We are in the thick of Olympic fever here at Chez Schnell – we’ve spent nearly every evening for the past week and a half in front of the TV, staying up until midnight to hang with Bob Costas. While this has made for some sleepy afternoons at the office, it’s been fun. A few non-expert thoughts:
I adore Gabby Douglas. Man, that smile. And I love her humility and genuine spirit. You go girl.
Can’t stand those Russian gymnasts – especially Miss Diva Mustafina. When she grinned during Gabby’s falter on the bars, I wanted to reach through the TV and give her a piece of my mind. And the way she shrugs off her coach after a poor routine – jeez.
I love watching Danell Leyva interact with his stepdad/coach – so much affection! Makes me wish it was more common in our culture for adult sons and their fathers to hug/kiss/jump up and down together.
If I had a genie in a bottle, I would wish for the arms of an Olympic track runner. Dang, those ladies are cut.
Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh Jennings are bad-ass. And they’re so good together – there was a moment after their win tonight when Kerri reached over and adjusted Misty’s necklace so that the clasp was in the back, and it was such a small gesture, but it was just so…sisterly.
If I were to choose the Olympic sport in which I would be the most horrifically awful, it would be the velodrome. Balance, agressiveness, and do-or-die speed? Noooooo thank you.
Watching this video really made me want to be a part of the swim team. How fun does this gang look? Minus Michael Phelps. He’s not my favorite.
I like the sappy little athlete bio pieces almost as much as I like the actual events. Whenever one of them starts, Shane rolls his eyes then turns up the volume. ‘Cause he loves me.
Holla, USA!
