my olympic crushes, continued

Started the list here.

Now more to add:

~ Bela Karolyi, for being so maniacally enthusiastic and impossible to understand. When he speaks, I feel like I’m listening to the rat-a-tat-tat of rain on a tin roof or the spray from a machine gun. I love that he wears Hush Puppies because he seems the exact opposite of someone who would wear Hush Puppies. And the exact opposite of Bob Costas. Their pairing is sheer broadcasting genius.

~ Bob Costas, for being so durned smooth and professional and for good-naturedly participating in The Bob and Bela Show.

~ Tennis player Rafael Nadal, just ’cause. He’s in the final. It’s either gold or silver for him. GO, RAFA! (We are on a nickname basis, yes, thankyou.)

~ Swimmer Ryan Lochte, gold medalist in the 100m backstroke, for having his suit tied too loosely and still winning the event. Even though he defeated another Olympic crush, Aaron Piersol. And even though his suit didn’t come off entirely. Drat!

~ And my pet, the beefy peach, of course. I can’t wait to show her the new habit-trail I got her — and the hook I put on her cage to hang her Olympic medal. (Yes, I know it should be “from which to hang,” but I think that sounds ass-y here. My opinion.)

But them’s some tony digs, for sure.