As I just mentioned in the comments here, Nastia Liukin didn’t phone her absent mom, as I previously thought. She had to TEXT her.
The woman’s phone was off.
michael phelps!!!
OH, LORDY LORDY LORD!! I think I just witnessed a miracle! A miracle on (melted) ice! Michael Phelps just won the 100m butterfly by .01 of a second! (If what I just wrote actually stands for “one one-hundredth,” which is what I meant. Please correct me if I’m wrong.)
But could it have been any closer?? Good LORD. Phelps was behind with 5 meters to go and literally just out-touched Cavic, who was basically in the lead at the last second. By all rights, he should have won. The difference was the touch. Cavic slid in, arms outstretched for the wall; Phelps took an extra half-stroke and put his fingertips on the wall first. He’s some kind of swimming savant, I swear. It’s that simple. A swimming genius.
Wow. WOW. Another breathtaking moment. He’s tied with Mark Spitz now — 7 gold medals in one Olympics.
One more race — a relay — to go to break the record. (By the way, did anyone see Matt Lauer’s interview with Mark Spitz? I have nothing to say on the content therein. Only this: Mark Spitz? Hubba hubba.)
So … how many more days til I can breathe again??
CONGRATULATIONS — AGAIN — YOU GOOFY-TOOTHED SWIMMING GENIUS!!
nastia and the beefy peach are gold and silver
“Silver and gold, silver and gold, mean so much more when I seee, silver and gold decoraaations on every beefy peach!”
Congratulations to Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson, the beefy peach, for winning gold and silver, respectively, in the Olympics Women’s All-Around!
Now Nastia is not my pet; I don’t have a special cage for her with a shiny habit-trail and a new water dish and whatnot. I was rooting more for Shawn to win, because she is my special pet. They were both great, but Nastia was just slightly better. A couple of dead-stuck landings better is all it came down to, really. And they were both better than the judging. Ahem. Hey, it’s not just me. The commentators were talking about it throughout the entire event. I suppose you could say, “Well, what’s the big whoop? US went one-two.” Sure, they did. But the meet didn’t need to be as close as it was with the Chinese girl who ended up with bronze. She was a constant threat — and not based on her performance, but based on judging. It was pretty blatant. If it hadn’t been for some obvious glaring errors in her routines at the end, she could have ended up with gold for lesser programs than the two US girls were putting up. Since the experts who were calling the event clearly felt this way, I feel a little more justified in this — my mere tuber-layman’s opinion.
But by the final two rotations, the judges just couldn’t ignore the near-perfection of Nastia and Shawn.
I’m happy for Nastia. Her dad is Valery Liukin, — gold medalist 20 years ago — and gives off a slightly menacing Soviet-work-camp aura or “vinning is de only option” vibe or something. So maybe it’s best this way.
Still, I’m so proud of my little beefy peach! She went for it, fearlessly, every step of the way.
On another note — what was with Nastia having to call her mom from the gym floor after she’d won? She said later her mom was “too nervous” to watch, so she was out walking around Beijing or something. Seriously, what is up with that? To me, that’s inexcusable. This girl lived in your body for nine months, Betty. Now she’s out there on the international stage, competing at this momentous event, attempting something spectacular, transcendent, something the rest of us can’t even conceive of, and you’re out shopping or something? Are you kidding me? Get your butt in those stands! BE there for her. Be physically present, you selfish wench. It’s not about YOU. I don’t care how “nervous” you are, BE there to watch your kid. You’re the mom; that’s part of your job. Be there for your kid. Sheesh. I mean, Mary Lou Retton was there — for your kid. More present than you. Inexcusable. Now the only thing this woman will ever have of her daughter’s performance will be on tape, DVD, whatever. Something secondhand. She’ll have no memory of having experienced it live and in the moment. She won’t be able to know what the atmosphere was like in that gym. What it looked like, felt like, smelled like. What it was like to hear all those people cheering for her kid. Maybe this is an especial pet peeve of mine since I don’t have kids. I can’t stand laziness and selfishness in people who’ve been blessed that way, who take it all so much for granted. I’m sorry for Nastia that she has such a self-absorbed mom. I know I sound harsh. I don’t even know this woman and I’m taking her to task. But to me, her actions speak volumes. I don’t need to know her; I can see what her choice was and the consequences of that choice: Her daughter was forced to call her on her cell phone to tell her how it went. She can never get those moments back. That’s the memory she has. The phone call. That is messed up. At a time like that, if you can’t forget yourself, lay aside your nerves, suppress your self-centered thoughts, focus on your child, and be there for her, you don’t deserve to be called “mom.”
Okay. Sorry. Got away from myself for a moment. But raise your hand if you’d have been willing to be her surrogate mom in the stands last night.
Bottom line: Our girls were AMAZING. They are champions. They competed with fire and guts. It was so beautiful to watch.
CONGRATULATIONS, NASTIA AND THE BEEFY PEACH!
You got me all choked up.
what I saw when I (finally) turned the channel
Whenever NBC gives airtime to the loathsome synchronized diving, I am forced to click the channel away. Like last night. I clicked away randomly and stumbled upon the reality show that is basically American Idol for hoors: The Pussycat Dolls Present: Girlicious. The show works like this: A bevy of scholarly, articulate young ladies compete for spots in a hawt new girrl group — descendant of The Pussycat Dolls — called Girlicious. They sing and dance and get checked for STDs. From what I could gather, it’s a very grueling competition, chipping away at their common sense, testing their trampy mettle and whatnot. When they’re not rehearsing or competing, naturally, our girls are behind the scenes either reading The Federalist Papers, debating alternative fuel sources, or bitching about one of their fellow slatterns: “I cannot (beeping) stand Tiffani”; “Natasha is so (beeping) fat’; “Carlie’s singing is (beep),” and other such astute observations. I really hate that kind of pompous windbaggery in TV programming. It all goes over my head and makes me feel bad about myself.
At one point, the camera finds two of the young ladies alone in a bedroom. They’re sitting on the bed, whispering. Oh. I see. They’re praying. You think the Olympics are inspirational? I’m telling you, they ain’t jack compared to the heartwarming sight of two would-be strumpets calling on the Lord Jesus to bless their dubious endeavors. So uplifted was I that I immediately got out my checkbook and wrote a big fat tithe to the ongoing spiritual work of The Chicken Ranch in Nevada.
Moving. Touching. I think I may very well be changed in some fundamental way.
“Dear Jesus, please help us kick ass in this competition that angers you so. Amen.”
olympic query, etc.
How come, in men’s gymnastics, they wear long pants when they perform rings, high bar, pommel horse, and parallel bars, but they wear little girlie shorts to do vault and floor exercise? Why is that? Why? Because, you see, I am very uncomfortable with the shortness of the shorts and the flare of the shorts combined with the general drafty-ness of these events and the potential to see certain things — things I’ve only heard whispered about out in the school yard, things I just don’t need invading the privacy of my home and my eyeballs whilst I am innocently observing the goings-on. It’s the Olympics, people; not a wee wee museum.
This just in, something that may or may not be related: I really really don’t like that the men’s parallel bars are called “p-bars.”
Basically, I have myriad unfathomable issues that keep me up at night.
Also, as a general rule, I am opposed to men whose butts are smaller than mine. My sister once rationalized the end of a relationship entirely based on this notion. “Wouldn’t have worked. His butt was too small.” So I know I’m not alone. Now, she and I may be alone together, but whatevs. That’s just the way I roll. Teeny tiny bums, teeny tiny waists, huge freaky biceps that are wider than the dude is tall — no, this I cannot abide. It cannot be borne. These are fine athletes, absolutely; some of them might be upstanding citizens and philanthropists and drive hybrids willingly, but that body type just shivers me timbers.
As you were.
nastia and the beefy peach go for team gold; oh, swimming too
A running commentary of tonight’s doings that I will keep updating. Except for synchronized diving, which I will not be discussing, as I feel I’ve already said everything that ever needs to be said about it.
First, The Bob and Bela Show. Frankly, I am in love with the psychotic intensity of Bela Karolyi.
BOB: What does Team USA need to do to win tonight, Bela?
BELA: VEL, BUB, THE HEV TO HEET DERE ROUTINES. DEY. MUST. HEET!
BOB: What about China? What does China need to do?
BELA: CHINA MUST HEET DERE ROUTINES TO VIN! DEY CANNOT CRACK, BUB! IF DEY CRACK, DAT’S OPENING FOR U.S.!
BOB: So I hear you saying that both teams need to rely on a combination of great routines from their own team and little cracks from the other team.
BELA: YES, BUB! EVERYBODY MUST HEET AND NOT CRACK IN ORDER TO VIN! DAT IS EVERTING!
BOB: Thank you, Bela. We’ll check in with you later.
BELA: YES, BUB!
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Wow. Just running out of superlatives for my Olympic crush, Michael Phelps. He just won the 200m butterfly in WR time. His 10th Olympic gold — more than any athlete ever. Congratulations, Michael Phelps! You continue to amaze.
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I’m sorry. Some of these Chinese gymnasts just don’t look 16. I hate to say it. That’s the age they’re supposed to be. I’m just …. well, not buying it. A couple of them are teeny-weeny. Like 9-years-old teeny-weeny.
Is it just me?
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My little pet, the beefy peach, just did a fine fine vault! I’m so proud. Keep this up, BP, and there’s a bigger cage for you when you get home.
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Nastia is coming up soon on uneven bars. One assumes her siblings Grossia and Filthia are in the audience, cheering on their sis. She’s getting ready, chalking up her hands; daddy, her coach, a former Russian gymnast, is loitering around, making me nervous. Her forehead is needlessly high, have I mentioned that? Not that they’ll mark that against her. Necessarily. Her dad keeps getting in the camera shot. Move it, daddio! Wow. She’s rocking it. Stick that landing, baby! Okay! Good job! She heet it, Bub!
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Oh, goodie. The Bob and Bela Show, commenting after Nastia’s uneven bars:
BELA: IF DEY GO DIS VAY, GOOD OUTCOME. VHAT VE TALKING ABOUT? SOME SETBACKS, BUT NOW GUD GIRLS!! GO GUD GIRLS!!
BOB: People wonder how much of this is an act with Bela Karolyi. None. None of it. I swear.
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Back to swimming. My Olympic crush, Natalie Coughlin, is swimming in — what is this — okay, the 200IM. (btw, US swimmer Katie Hoff annoys me for some reason. I have an irrational dislike of her eyes. They’re a tad …. buggie. Additionally, she never smiles. I like my snap judgments to be based on physical features people can’t help, thankyouverymuch.) Coughlin got the bronze. Good job!
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Oh, wait. Is this the men’s 4×200 freestyle relay already?? I can’t keep up. My Olympic crush, Michael Phelps, is swimming again. Good Lord. Does my honey lamb never get a rest?? We’re WAY ahead at this point. Like about 23 minutes ahead of WR time. Thanks to hardworking honey lamb.
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The suspense is killing me. Will we win? GO GUD BOYS! HEET IT VERY FAST! Annnnnnnd ……… do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro, can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a …… oh, hey, WE WON!!
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Back to the beefy peach, et al. One of David Bowie’s little China girls just fell off the beam. (I don’t know what I’m saying, okay? I just took a Tylenol PM, so I’m not reporting clean, basically.) Here’s an even littler (littler?) China girl. Oops. Boo-boo. I mean, come on. What do you expect? It’s past her bed time, for lard’s sake. I want to brew her some tea and give her a fortune cookie that says pandas don’t like cheaters then tuck her into bed with a Broadway show tune of her choice.
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Okay. We’re up next on balance beam, that nerve-wracking instrument of torture. The last China girl — who also had boo-boos — was scored pretty darned high, uhm, considering. I’m sure Bela is freaking out. Here comes our girl, Alicia. She just fell off the bar, right at the beginning. Ugh. But she rallied. Oh, I feel bad when I see them look all crushed afterwards. And, oh, for pete’s sake. They keep showing her fall from every different angle. Enough already. Now Nastia. One little bobble. Otherwise, good.
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Beefy peach on beam. ACK! Last US girl. AND SHE NAILED THAT PUPPY! YAY! Bigger cage and a new water dish for her! We are one point behind China. It comes down to the last rotation — floor exercise — to decide it all. Hope it’s over before the Tylenol PM puts me to sleep.
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First up, Alicia, our girl who just fell on beam. AGH! She just fell on floor exercise! Oh, no! Gah, I feel so terrible for her. And she stepped out of bounds. Oh, no. She just fell apart. Poor thing. Well, I think it might be over for us for any chance at gold. Maybe silver, too. The score is killer bad. AGH! Nastia is next. She’s very long-limbed — annnd she just went out of bounds, too. Long limbs didn’t help her any there, that’s for sure. I have no idea if that was good or bad. It seemed fine after her step out. Pretty good score. Beefy peach next. She went out of bounds, too!! AGHHH!
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China on floor. The US can’t do any more to help themselves. This first girl literally looks 9 years old. Even Bela was just freaking out about their ages — he doesn’t believe it either. Just because you’re wearing turquoise eyeliner doesn’t make you 16, Peaches. She has got to be a child. No way is she 16. Awesome routine — because she’s 9 and has no fear, that’s why. Frankly, they’re kicking our bottom in this rotation. They will win the gold — and that’s not my issue. My issue is that, clearly, people are questioning these athletes’ ages and no one is getting the answers. I understand they have these passports that say they’re 16; I don’t understand why no one seems to be allowed to ask for definitive proof of age. It’s like, “Yeah, they’re underage; they’re cheating; ho hum, no big whoop.”
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Final standings: China gets gold; US gets silver. We should be proud, really. We fought for it. It was a great competition. HOORAY, GUD GIRLS!!
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This post is insane. I know. Completely whacked out. I have to stay up for the final Bob and Bela Show coming up. That last one, I could not make heads or tails of what Bela was saying — except that he thought the Chinese girls were not 16.
Oh, here they are:
BOB: Final thoughts, Bela Karolyi?
BELA: BUB, THE US DID NOT SEIZE DEIR CHANCE, BUT CONSIDERING VHAT DEY VENT THROUGH VITH INJURIES, DIS IS A FAIR RESULD. TOO BAD CHINA IS UNDERAGED. CHINA VIN; VE ARE SECOND IN THE VORLD.
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“A fair result. Too bad China is underaged.” Hahahahahaha! He’s gleefully opinionated and possibly manic. I love him.
All right. Good night, pippa.
we interrupt this olympic obsession to bring you ….
….. brothers. They’re on my mind, since MB’s brother is here in the States from the Land Down Under. Years ago, they looked like this:
This one below is, well, a bit more recent than the first one. Younger Brother has better glasses than this now. And less hair. He shaves his head and looks awesome, frankly. Don’t let his slightly nebbish appearance here fool you. Oh, no. BIG mistake. The dude is a black belt about 10 times over. I think once he hit a certain number of black belts, he actually had to register his hands in Australia as lethal weapons. S’true. S’I think. It hurts my hands to touch his abs, so I generally try not to. He knows about 473 ways to kill you, but I’m sure he won’t. Most likely. If he hasn’t killed me yet, you’re probably safe.
Also, I am obsessed with MB’s hubbalicious calves. They look quite nice here, don’t you think:
real singer wasn’t cute enough
For the Beijing Opening Ceremonies.
So cuteness is in the “national interests”? Pretty sickening.
I love the Olympic games; I’m not crazy about this Olympic venue.
my olympic crushes
A sure-to-be-growing list:
~ Michael Phelps, because he’s flippin’ amazing and goofy cute
~ Swimmer Jason Lezak, for his anchor leg in that earth-shaking relay
~ Swimmer Aaron Piersol, winner of the 100m backstroke, for being SO California laid-back. So mellow it seems like he couldn’t possible win anything. Haha. Dude cracks me up.
~ Jonathan Horton, for being the practically perfect glue the held the US Men’s Gymnastics Team together for an unexpected bronze
~ Natalie Coughlin, 100m backstroke gold medalist, for crying AND singing during her awards ceremony with her hand over her heart
~ The Chinese volunteers at the beach volleyball venue who searched for US player Kerry Walsh’s wedding ring which had slipped off during a play — all these people on their hands and knees, clawing at the sand, whipping out their, you know, handy-dandy metal detectors, all to find her wedding ring — which they did. The dude that got to return the ring to her just could not stop smiling. She rewarded him with some autographed merchandise while he just gaped at her in awe. Adorable.
~ Some unknown beach volleyball player in a match against the US team, for becoming so annoyed with the bug situation that he took the volleyball and, in a moment of sublime ridiculous wrath, SMASHED that ball down into the sand, killing a bug that had been tormenting him. Hahahaha, I loved that dude!
Please feel free to share your Olympic crushes. Or any crushes, really. Sarahk likes US gymnast Sasha Artemev — so I’m outing that crush right here, right now.
Your embedded Olympics reporter, just gettin’ it done.
good grief
US gymnast Jonathan Horton just NAILED the holy heck out of his high bar routine — and the huge triple-twist landing.
I don’t think I can take being so continually gobsmacked by these Olympics.
Oh, man! The next guy — Justin Spring — did too! What the HECK is going on?? We’re supposed to be underdogs here in the team competition, I believe. We’re not acting like it.
Wow. Spectacular. Breathtaking. I literally could not breathe while they were doing what they were doing.
That is all.
Carry on.