Tonight is the first night of competition for Women’s Gymnastics and I’m all a’tingle with anticipation. Actually, the tingle is the only thing I can currently feel, since I am now embedded in my sofa, paralyzed by my progrums. Gives a whole new meaning to “embedded reporter,” doesn’t it? But that’s what I am. Your embedded Olympics reporter.
And shortly, I will get to see Nastia and the beefy peach!
Praise be for the tingle that lets me know my nerves are still functioning despite the day’s prolonged inactivity and sloth!
Right now, it’s women’s synchronized diving — an event I confess I don’t understand. Why try to synchronize your diving to someone else when you could compete alone and not have to worry about another person? On the other hand, I love synchronized swimming. Then again, synchronized swimming is not at all like what the solo swimmers do, while synchronized diving is exactly like what solo divers do. Why give yourself a bigger headache?
Please explain while I get myself up with my pryin’ bar and make myself a margarita.
I’m back. Okay. I mean, Greg Louganis never did synchronized diving. He did, however, go to my high school and — if I recall correctly from one of my sister’s yearbooks — won two Senior Standouts: Best Dressed (I remember the angel flight pants from the photo distinctly) and Best Physique. No surprise on that one. I remember watching him at a diving exhibition at the school — this was after he’d won a silver medal at the Montreal games but before all his golden dominance — and getting my first gander at that beautiful caramel physique. I remember, too, feeling a sudden strange electric surge and deciding instantly that if he’d just twist my way during one of his dizzying spins, lay eyes on me for a millionth of a second, his heart would be mine forever. Poor little Tracey. Too young and too silly to know from gay.
Hm. Seems my pryin’ bar has flung me far afield.
Where was I?
Oh, so yeah: Nastia and the beefy peach, coming up! Woo hoo!
I loved it! Bela was at it again, yelling strange mumblings at Bob Costas, something about a bad judge. That and the whole rant about being in 2nd place, only all the scores are erased. Poor Bob, he looked so defeated.
Meanwhile your little beefy peach did quite well on the beam. You’ll have to get her extra pellets ready!
Bela was exuberantly nuts; I was so happy! I thought he said that there was “bias” in the judging. That’s what I heard. But then that accent is so thick — it’s hard to know exactly. I loved his Hush Puppies!
I AM BELA KAROLYI AND I RANT AT BUB COSTAS AND VEAR HUSH POOPIES!!
And yes, extra pellets, definitely, for my pet, the beefy peach.
Will you be grilling up any kewpie burgers? heh heh heh
Ah, yes. I too heard Bella and his rant on conspiracy judging and awarding system. Loved Bob’s split second of not knowing how to exactly answer him. I was left wondering how he really felt.