Well, kiddies, the entertainment factor here is still way up there! We still do not have proper filing cabinets (and we're on week 3 of the official move), there are no interns to help us, my back hurts, I'm in after a sick day of puking and exhaustion, and this hot chocolate I'm sipping really ain't cuttin' it.
Oh, and may I express my dismay at the media's painting of Michael Phelps as a 'failure' since he didn't break Mark Spitz's records of seven gold medals in swimming? Um, could ya lay off? He's only 19, he said himself that he only wanted one gold medal, the rest is just fun. That's the right attitude. So is the Men's gymnastic team--last medal of any kind was 1984. That was my happy summer when I stayed up and screamed when Mitch Gaylord flew over that high bar like it was nothing. Half the moves no one tries anymore came from this guy and you never hear anyone mention his name. Yurchenko vaults are old, no one throws a tripid anymore. Oh well.
We're both silver in Athens, both men and women. Mohini Bhardwaj is my new hero, and thank goodness for Pam Anderson or she wouldn't be there! Didja see her vault last night? There were two twists! Shame I gave up gymnastics in 1982. Or maybe it's good because my back would probably hurt even more than it does now.
Ugh, I want a nap.
Now for rhythmic gymnastics next week--these girls look like psychotic cats with their twists and leaps. That's my kinda sport, kiddies.
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