Good question, and one NBC commentator answered it splendidly in a piece that could have been written by my six year old niece. "What is an Olympian? Is it you? Who is this guy?.......
It was ridiculous, trust me. But not quite as amusing as the woman interviewing the American Speedskater Gold medalist from Chicago (the one without a lot of people skills, I'm not really into specifics like....names). After asking him a small series of questions regarding how it felt to win the Gold, was it excited, do you think your mom will be happy, how does it feel to represent your country.......and receiving responses like, "yep", "uh-huh", and "no" while looking to the side rather than at her or the camera, she completed her questions with "Are you ANGRY?"
Jess and I were beside ourselves.
And then when the main commentator guy spoke of some skier (I think) who wore a mask and cape after winning some important race, he concluded the segment with "pretty much what I like to do after a good broadcast."
I suppose there is really only so much that can be said about a bunch of men skating in a circle. It's after that so much that can be said that things start getting entertaining.
And I act all nonchalant and mocking but in all reality, when it gets to the medal ceremony and their national anthem in playing and the lips are quivering, I sometimes cry. Between that and the Hallmark commercials, I have officially turned into my mother. Not a bad thing.
Additionally, I caution anyone to challenge Jessica as the most devoted Olympiad spectator, because they'd lose. Unless they actually are currently IN Torino. Cuz she's not.
"What is an Olympain? We all are." (Seriously, what does that mean?)
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my friend elizabeth gets cable/sattelite for the month of the olympics only, then cancels it. Also, she has a wall-size poster of salt lake city during the olympics. And guess who jabbered in her ear on the phone cluelessly during the awesome russian guy's men's figure skating(the one who won the gold...)
Man. You'd think I could proof read these things....who can find the most mistakes? Because you, my dear, will be getting the gold medal.
In editing.
Sarah's blog.
If crying at Hallmark commercials, olympic moments, parades when the band plays and when my children perform anything(even when they come in last place)and anything having to do with babies, then you are becoming like your mother--except you are much more clever and artistic and have longer toes. (which you could cleverly use to write with if you should ever lose your hands)
Don't let her fool you folks. She's where I get any type of creativity, artistic ability, etc. The toes did, however, come from my father. Who is clever as is mother. Like a fox.
I don't appreciate the sly reference to me coming in last at sporting events. ALthough it IS worth crying over.
BTW, when is anybody going to look at my blog, already?
I mean, I cordially invite you to view my updated blog.
Rachel dearest. No reference was made. I empathize most empatically with your plight, lest we forget the Sarah Jones legacy of Mickey Cox Elementary.
And I did see your blog, and commented, and everything.
The rest of the slackers best get on that.
Rachel dearest. No reference was made. I empathize most empatically with your plight, lest we forget the Sarah Jones legacy of Mickey Cox Elementary.
And I did see your blog, and commented, and everything.
The rest of the slackers best get on that.
i can't stand those commentators! did you see the woman who interviewed apolo ohno after winning the medal? she asked him if he was going to retire, he was like "lady, let me just bask in this right now" and she wouldn't lay off! asked him again, maybe twice more! and it was readily apparent that he was annoyed. at least just a little.... heck i was annoyed, and i don't got no gold medal or nothin'.
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