Monday, August 11, 2008
Epitome of Olympic greatness
It was late and I wonder how many Americans actually watched the race live.
Those who didn't watch it live I am sure have read about it in today's morning papers or seen it replayed over and over again on TV.
The 4X100m was amazing. I watched the first three American swimmers, Michael Phelps, Cullen Jones and Garrett Weber-Gale with interest. The big story line was the French, and how they vowed to 'smash' the Americans. Countless times I've heard epithets like that and seen them blown to smithereens.
It looked like the French might come away with a gold medal.
And then Jason Lezak was swimming the last leg for Americans. I gave up hope, and resigned myself to seeing Phelps' dash for eight gold medals die. But Lezak didn't give up.
I was screaming and high-fiving my fiance. Then I started laughing at Phelps' supremo screaming, taut muscles and all.
This weekend was filled with little other than Olympic watching. The opening ceremonies can't be topped. I watched the gymnastics preliminaries and remembered the fantastic performance of Keri Strugg from years past.
Tonight, I'll be back on the couch, waiting for more.