Olympic Mourning

I'm still in remorse mode. I want to run in the door after work, tune in my tube style TV, to NBC and see who captured what medals. I wanna hear more about records shattered and dreams coming true. I want to see more of the all American sweet heart and see his Mom tearing up in the crowd. I want to see his coach doing the fly as he stands in the stand and screams. I wanna look like this when I am 41, hell, I would love to look like that at 31! I (like most men) want to see these two tackle each other in the sand. Eighteen days starting on 8.8.2008 wasn't enough for me! Those Chinese know how to throw one crazy shin-dig and I'm all over it! I find it amazing to see what these super humans are capable of doing. And then I wonder what I would gold medal in if I had the chance? Running an 8 1/2 minute mile, nope. Running a 4:8:33 marathon, doubtful. Landing a sweet belly flop off the "high" dive, yah right. Drinking my daily caloric intake of New Castle and talking smart... maybe.