I just got back from China, and I haven't slept in over 30 hours. So excuse me if I sound incoherent. I have never felt so American as at the Olympics. There's something about being in a large group of the same screaming countrymen that draws intense patriotism out of you.
We saw the men's 100 M preliminary heats, the hammer throw, and the high jump.
It says USA!
I clamored, I cheered, I cried.
My Norwegian friend Stine, who is AWESOME, had two tickets to the handball finals (handball is not that game we played at recess; google it! it's an insanely intense sport, especially in European countries) and was kind enough to invite me. She had no idea when she got the tickets in Norway that her home country was going to make it to the finals. But they were able to beat (barely) Korea to advance against huge hulking Russians. Russians are intimidating.
To prepare, we painted our faces, with Heia (Go! in Norwegian) on the left cheek and the Norwegian flag on the right cheek.
(I don't know why, but the video plays only 5 seconds of the 16 seconds that it should.)
And Norway won! They crushed those Russians, 34-27.
1 comment:
I like the body-shaped USA. Get some sleep!
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