The commentators were talking about an athlete who had competed in a previous Olympics and at the time this particular diver was 16 and weighed 70 lbs. I remarked to my husband that my one thigh weighs 70 lbs. at which he responded by performing a medal round coughing fit because he had been taking a drink when I said it.
While watching women’s swimming I swore I heard the announcer report that one of the non-U.S. athletes had sustained an injury “Viking”. When I repeated what I had heard, my husband explained they had said “biking”. So much for my hearing being heightened after my vision loss.
Eating ice cream while watching the Games, I said to my husband, “There’s nothing like watching world class athletes compete while you eat ice cream.” Kind of explains my 70 lb. thigh. (See #1 above.)
Am I the only one who thinks it’s pretty ironic to see swimmers chugging bottled water after a race?
Synchronized diving. HOW?
I could listen to our national anthem all day long.
How do our women gymnasts do it? I can’t even stick a landing out of a chair.
If one of my parents had medalled in an Olympics, I’m pretty sure I’d have taken my sweet time coming out of the womb. I mean, what’s the point?
Before I would be able to get my creaky body into a standing position at the starting block Usain Bolt would have won the race.
One of the athletes said pizza was lesser than all the evils of the Village’s offerings. See, these amazing competitors seem superhuman but they really are just like us!
