Ladies, the Stage is Yours
August 11, 2012 at 2:22 PM | Posted in Olympics, Sports | Leave a commentTags: Allyson Felix, Carmelita Jeter, Kerry, Michael Phelps, Misty May, Usain Bolt
No one was catching her!
As one gender leaves the stage, another, one more beautiful swims and dives, dunks and flips, spikes and headers, runs and vaults into the limelight. It is a theme of these pages that the male gender is played-out and the female is more than just in the ascent, they’ve ascended.
It is possible, watching these Olympics, to jump too far while faulting, for doesn’t Michael Phelps and Usain Bolt stride the earth? I’m not saying that my gender has disappeared but we’ve lost our relevance, our glow. We’ve had our chance and all in all, have not done as well as we might have. We have, though, certainly bragged enough.
I have the U.S. Women’s Olympic Team in mind – how could I not? – but I am thinking of all of them: the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team and the noble Japanese, Misty May and Kerry and the beautiful, emotional Italians, Felix and Jeter and the Jamaicans, an American swimmer going to bat for a young Chinese girl under the glare of doubts.
Hat’s off Ladies, take the stage and do us proud.
I’m Happy with my Medals from Yesterday
August 4, 2012 at 7:58 AM | Posted in Olympics, Sports, Swimming | 2 Comments
Just before going to sleep last night I told my wife that I was happy with my medal haul for the day. In the 100 Fly, though I was not pleased with my turn, I felt the satisfaction that I had hoped for, knowing it was the last individual race of my career (or so I keep telling myself.)
In the 200 Back I was comfortable from the beginning. This is my best stroke and I felt really long and tall and young and when I was swimming a thought did cross my mind about what I would text my girl friends back in Colorado.
I was the only one who thought I would win the 50 Free, the splash and dash, and I had thought I won when I touched but that Frenchman, who was outside my peripheral vision, just beat me. I think that if he swam next to me, I’d have had him. But I’m not such a nut that a Silver bums me out.
Now in the 800 Free, I figured that this being the Olympics and me being 15 years old, that I’d just get blown out of the water by some person with a name that I can’t pronounce but they let me go and never came after me. I may win this race for the next 16 years but I’m only saying this to myself, so as not to seem conceited.
Yes, all in all, 3 Golds and a Silver, it was a good day.
Nice Start Britannia!
July 28, 2012 at 4:10 PM | Posted in Olympics | 3 CommentsTags: Britannia, Sir Edward Elgar, Sir Kenneth Branagh, Sir Paul, Sir Simon Rattle
The Sirs got me at the Olympic Opening Ceremonies and they should have as the Ceremonies must have been designed for English Majors who eventually got into classical music, love sentimental sports movies and were the perfect age to welcome the British Invasion to U.S. shores.
Sir Kenneth Branagh, among green hills read Blake and then brought in Will Shakes. to remind us what country is boss in the word biz.
Sir Edward Elgar’s Nimrod Variation swelled as only it can, as Sir Ken finished his piece.
Sir Simon Rattle, baton and the London Symphony Orchestra in hand, led us through the theme from Chariots of Fire and though the movie is sacred to me, I was able to abide by the joking.
Sir Paul, well, he was sometimes my favorite Beatle.
The Industrial Revolution lost me but I had already set a personal record for sticking with Opening Ceremonies. The more pyro, the less I am interested.
Now, onto rooting for Natalie and Missy and Michael and Ryan and beach volleyball.
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