Ah-MAZ-ing. That’s the only word to describe these two.
Because of Shaun White, I’m now saying things like “amplitude” and “McTwist.” Seriously, how awesome is he? In addition to being a superb athlete, his enthusiasm for his sport makes him a blast to watch, and he seems like a genuinely nice and down-to-earth guy.
I just love the Olympics. Can’t get enough of them. My Beautiful Stranger told me this past summer that I needed an Olympic intervention (tell Ryan Lochte to stop taking off his shirt, and maybe I’ll stop watching). I remember being a kid and pretending that I was an Olympic gymnast in the summer and an Olympic ice skater in the winter (the best part of being an imaginary Olympian is not having to choose just one sport). Since I would never make it through one day of practice – of any sport – I’m content these days to cheer on the amazing men and women who represent us in their quests for Olympic gold (though I’d be lying if I said I don’t sometimes still fantasize about what it would be like).
Now, if we’re going to look at non-sports Olympics, I know one event that I’d medal in for sure. I’m an Olympic champion of worrying. We’re talking gold medal contender here. Coming from a long line of gold medal worriers, I was born a natural. Having over 30 years experience, I can even worry in unfavorable conditions. During a relaxing vacation? No sweat; I can find something to worry about. If you’re looking for me in the closing ceremonies, I’ll be the one staring at my gold medal, worried that something will happen to it.
And if you’re wondering who the next up and coming Olympic nappers are, our house has that covered, too.