We are kickin’ it Old Skool here in Mammoth Lakes, California with a large square TV and no DVR, no HD. But the couch is plentiful and the remote has new batteries, so let the viewing continue. Plus, Mammoth Lakes is the high-altitude home of many Olympians- marathoner like Meb Keflezighi- so we practicall feel like we’re in London. It even rained last night!
Let’s start with Michael Phelps because that was quite a moment last night when he wrapped up his Olympic career with a smokin’ relay. I thought he has going to cry before the race started, but he held his emotions for afterwards. Then we were all crying, weren’t we? Like the Phelps women, I wasn’t wearing mascara.
I’m sorry to have missed his interview with Bob Costas but I went to bed. And with no DVR, it’s like it never even happened. Tree falling in the forest and all.
In 2004, before the Sydney games, the Olympic Trials for swimming were in Long Beach. Liz, Sheila, the boys and I went down a couple of evenings to watch. We were lucky enough to have seen a then-15 year old Phelps qualify for several events. After each race, the qualifiers were given a medal, a towel with the Sydney logo and a teddy bear. All the other qualifiers smiled, waved and kept their loot. Not Micheal Phelps. After every race, he flung the towel and the teddy bear into the stands and then handed the medal to one lucky fan. It was charming. He didn’t care about the stuff, he just cared about the swimming.
On behalf of viewers everywhere, thank you, Michael Phelps.
Okay, now, to Andy Murray who is currently battling Roger Federer. Let’s go, Murray! Do something with that home court advantage of yours. For once. Nice wristbands on Andy. Nice Swiss shirt on Roger.
Mrs. Murray is scary. She needs a Chico’s makeover.
Yesterday morning, I packed, cleaned and watched the women’s triathalon. That was a fantastic race with a photo finish and heartbreak for the American who came in fourth . NBC is doing a fine, fine job on all the road racing events. And I loved that the women race loops around Buckingham Palace.
The revealing tri suits were both super cool and super depressing. Nothing feakin’ moves on those women when they run. Nothing.
After so many years of seeing photos of South African runner Oscar Pistorius, with his blades and his shades, I expected him to be a typical cocky sprinter. But what a lovely, soft-spoken man. Very moving to see how moved he was to run.
Speaking of cocky sprinters, I love Usain Bolt. Loved it when he said,referring to his anticipated 100 meter performance, ”I want people to turn off their TVs after the race and say, whoa, what just happened?” hahaha.
Sadly, we missed the 10,000 meter race. When was it on? Where? Congratulations to Mo Farah and American Galen Rupp.
Always funny: Mary Carillo in a full-dress kilt
Raise your hand if you want The Red Hot Chili Pipers to play at your next family reunion.
Paging Mike Powell and Carl Lewis. A British guy wins the Olympic Long Jump with a distance of barely over 27 feet? A British guy? 27 feet? That was a sad day for long jump.
My husband said with disgust, “Carl Lewis could wake up tomorrow morning and jump 27 feet before breakfast.”
Then, we found the classic 1991 World Championship long jump duel between Mike Powell and Carl Lewis on YouTube. Lewis had the best 6 jump series ever and Powell went on to break Bob Beamon’s record with a jump of 29 4 1/2. THAT is long jumping.
What a field for the women’s 100 meter and what a finish. Is it me or do all those female sprinters have a LOT of names. Like 3 or 4 names per person.
Bolt, Bolt, Bolt!
Off to do some high-altitude training myself.
Embrace your Chaos, Lian