No, I'm back in Olympic mode and of course loving every minute of it. And much like a good Molly O'Keefe novel (Can't Hurry Love is out in stores now!) there are so many ups and down it makes the whole experience so amazing.
The other night for me it was the US women gymnasts. The girl coming into these Olympics considered as the best all around gymnast and a heavy favorite to win the gold, failed to qualify for the all around event. Why? Because only the top two gymnasts from each country can compete. Now I'm sure I understand why they changed this. They probably got tired of only a small handful of countries being represented each year when simply choosing the top scorers. But the result is the girl thought to be the best in the world will have to sit and watch other lesser gymnasts from other countries compete.
She's heartbroken. She's devastated. Pictures of her crying are everywhere as the cameras witness this. Bottom line, she just didn't have her absolute "A" game that day. And another US gymnast did and beat her out.
And that's the beauty of this story. One girl's heartbreak and misery is another girl's triumph.
The other girl came to play. She came to give it her all. She succeeded and now she gets a chance she didn't think she was going to get. While one story is the worst I ever heard. The other is the best.
It's why I love these games.
I watched on Tuesday night a girl who basically only does one thing - the vault - do something so amazing I had to rewind it like ten times. They told this girl to do one vault (they only get once chance in the team competition) and do it better than she's ever done it before.
I thought it was perfect. The judges somehow found.297 in deductions - but still obviously thought it was pretty great. One event, one chance, in the Olympics with everyone watching, and make it your best. And she did it without hesitation.
These girls - these athletes - they are something else.
Reference: womanizer-psychology.blogspot.com
