The Olympics are pure awesome.
How can the whole world be behind Michael Phelps? It sounds unbelievable, but it’s true. He’s already proven he’s a winner, and getting eight golds is just so probable, so magical that everyone backs him for it, willing him to be the one to give them a great memory of the 2008 Olympics. Three more golds to go.
His feat is more awesome than we think. Before Phelps the world record for most Olympic golds was 9, held by a handful of past world-beaters. He’s already had 11 in two Olympics-es, with three more waiting in the balance.
World records are being smashed as easily as sunned pancakes past their sell-by date, by as much as 5 seconds in the case of the 4×200 freestyle relay (of which Phelps was a part of, of course). Synchronised diving is really beautiful a sight to behold, except when they land with anything other than the top of their heads or make huge splashes. Weightlifting is pretty cool. Watching 18-year-old females with biceps 45834768973908673509 the size of yours lifting twice-and-a-half of your weight is strangely enjoyable.
Who cares if Singapore isn’t winning anything? I’m rooting for the winners, and the Olympics are making me happy. It’s probably worth it ponning school to watch every single event on Channel 5!
…which just gave me another theory about a certain person I happen to know. THE BASTARD.