Who gets my Wheaties cover and who doesn’t (the weekend at the Olympics)
It’s not that I love Michael Phelps, although I do love to watch him swim and I love his over-the-top reactions to everything. But I really struggled to root for Ryan Lochte this weekend. I don’t know if it was his enormous shoe collection or his pride in discovering giant tire flipping as his secret weapon; maybe it was his insistence on wearing a diamond grill on the podium or his obvious delight in Phelps’ downfall…he just seemed so unimpressive.
Did anyone else watch the women’s synch diving? The French Canadians were never in synch, not once. It was almost as if they didn’t know the point of the exercise and yet they won the bronze. I feel like I can’t even believe in this sport anymore. Might I suggest bed-jumping to replace it? My sister and I spent hours working out routines on our side-by-side twins and could have probably been contenders.
Oh Jordyn Wieber. Watching you valiantly fight through your sobs in order to give a gracious interview wherein you praised your teammates, wished them well and expressed your gratitude at being able to help the team was the stuff I live for. Good job.
I give you the weekend’s Wheaties cover. (Disclaimer: I don’t actually have that power, but I really want it.)
Honorable mention: Kerri Walsh, who took the time to high-five every single worker on the floor after her first round win in beach volleyball.