I'm pretty much going to be completely unproductive for the next two weeks. Put the Olympics on and it's impossible for me to turn them off and do anything else. Including writing a blog. So...I figured I'd combine blogging and Olympic watching. Here are my thoughts on last night.
1. I wanted to kill Cousin Swiss Mister yesterday. I avoided any news yesterday because I did not want to hear any results from the Olympics until I got to watch them. Well then Cousin Swiss Mister emails me an article, so I clicked on the link. And guess what? The sidebar of the article showed all the major results (except Missy Franklin, which was the only surprise of the night for me!) right there in front of my face. Was it worth it to read the article? Well....it was all about how the Dutch women's field hockey team is the most attractive team at the games. Really? THAT was important enough to send to me and ruin my Olympic watching last night?
2. Poor Ryan Lochte is just not good in the last 25 meters. I'm afraid it's in his head now. Come on, honey, get your pretty little head back on straight!
3. Missy Franklin is freaking awesome. I mean she qualifies for the finals in the 200 free, has 10 minutes to rest, and sets the American record, beating the favorite, and winning gold. She's 17 years old. Unbelievable. And then she got all emotional talking about her parents. She's just adorable.
4. I feel like there should be a rule when someone loses an Olympic event they do not have to get a microphone stuck right in their face. They did it to Jordyn Weiber on Sunday night and Ryan Lochte last night. Give them a break. Oh, and that goes for you, Andrea Kramer, asking stupid questions to Michael Phelps after he wins his semi-final. She says, "So tomorrow is hte final, which Michael shows up, the one who swam a great split in the relay or the one who didn't medal in the 400 IM?" He just said, "My swimming does the talking." Back here in America, I was yelling cuss words at the tv and getting ready to draft a letter to NBC about this woman.
5. I was so darn excited for Matt Grevers. I pretty much fell in love with him when I saw his marriage proposal to his swimmer girlfriend earlier this year. But a gold medal and Olympic record? Just solidified it in my book.