Olympics Wrap Up: A Rehash

I know the London Olympiad is soooooooooo day before yesterday over, but I’ve been a busy guy. So, just a few of the highlights for me.

Then I’ll get on to college football the way the Good Lord means it to be . . . now that he’s wearing a hounds tooth hat.

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The USA vs. Canada semi-final in women’s soccer was as good a game in any sport as I’ve ever witnessed. Intense. Exciting. Twists and turns. The good gals win. Plus, what’s really neat about the women’s game of futbol is they don’t flop. When the ladies are hurt, unlike most of the men, they’re really hurt.

Almost as good . . . well, okay, really good but not almost as good as the one previously mentioned: Men’s Volleyball final. Brazil was up two games to naught. And had two gold medal points in game three. And those Russkies came back to win it in five.

Apparently the Russian coach displayed some off the wall strategy and used line up changes that were the equivalent of playing Tyler Chandler at point guard and letting Russell Westbrook check Pau Gasol.

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Awhile back I expressed admiration for the athleticism and talent of the synchronized swimmers.

But there’s another silly looking sport that is truly not sport at all. That’s that rhythmic ballet gymnastics thing, where women wearing too much makeup and sequins, prance around with a stick with a ribbon on the end.

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Loved that Aly Raisman won her gold medal while doing a routine to “Hava Nagila,” and then paid tribute to the Israeli wrestlers who were murdered during the games in Munich.

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Manteo Mitchell is indeed The Man.

He’s the USA sprinter who ran half his leg of the 4×400 meter relay prelim with only half his legs. I walked around for a year on a broken leg, so I have personal knowledge of how much it hurts. Running on one in world class time is . . . well . . . world class.

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Angel McCoughtry sure didn’t get much PT in the semis and final.

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What’s so stunning about Usain Bolt is that he always kind of slows up and turns sideways near the end of his races.

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From hip hip and Pimm’s Cup to tap the keg and wooooooooooooooooo pig sooey.

And so we bid a fond adieu to Big Ben and Buckingham Palace. Goodbye London Bridge — Oh, wait a sec, isn’t that somewhere in Arizona? — hello John L. Smith and the Arkansas Razorbacks.

– Seedy K

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