Olympics

wow....just...wow.

Michael Phelps, man. I know everyone is writing about him, but omg. he won his /7th/ GOLD MEDAL!! tonight by 1/100 of a second. The coach of the man he beat put in a formal protest to the olypmic committee. Truely nailbiting.

Not to mention the relay earlier this week.

Seriously, people....watch tomorrow for Olympic and World history, with the potential of Phelps winning his 8th Gold in a single games, which would surpass the record.

The other race to watch tomorrow is going to be the 50m (thats one length of the pool...) Free, i think is the right category. Anyways, its Torres swimming, the 41 year old mother. You know what was awesome watching her tonight in the semi-finals? The girl who finished second was 25 freaking years younger...

I'll admit, part of me thinks this has to be doping. Its the sad state of affairs that a decade of steroid use in sports has left us. We continue to wonder, "well, is it really them? did they really work that hard? i bet they probably just took the 'roids." and i think thats sad. I yearn for the days when we can move past that distrustful impulse, and appreciate the games for what they are: a struggle for dominance that is built upon peace.

Thats what the Olympics is about. Not politics, or world-power, or elections, or humanitarian records. Its about the best athletes in each nation - who, by the way have /nothing/ to do with their respective nation's national or international policy - struggling against one another for the unmistakably human desire to WIN.

The One who Lives with Me hates the Olympics, which i don't understand. He calls them the Tony's of the sports world. Maybe he's just more cynical than I...

naw, that'll never happen. Even when my cynicism is tempered by romanticism.

"The Name that can be Named is not the Name. The Way that can be walked is not the Way." - Tao de Ching