The Carnival Is Over
Thanks for all who read Going For Gold during Athens 2004. I'm still alive and kicking over at What's New Pussycat. See you in Beijing!
Athens 2004. It's all about sport. And watching muscled men get sweaty.
Thanks for all who read Going For Gold during Athens 2004. I'm still alive and kicking over at What's New Pussycat. See you in Beijing!
I have no jokes or smutty comments for this one. Just a WOOHOO for that amazing chick Kellie Holmes who just won gold in the 1500m. I am stuck here at work on a Saturday night so didn't even see the race, but I am sure it was just as impressive as her 800m win. Hopefully this medal will be the magic one with chocolate inside.
Good things come to those who wait. And to those who weild great big sticks.
The Australian Men's Hockey Team downed the Dutch and bagged the gold last night, after coming close so many times before. They'd racked up three silvers and three bronze from previous Games.
Well done to the Kookas. And to their shapely biceps, too.
I must confess my ignorance about all things paddling. I thought kayaking and canoeing were the same thing - basically, not rowing backwards. You know, what Grant Kenny did between bowls of Nutri-Grain. But thanks to the BBC Beginners Guide I now know my C1's from K2's and Pro Vitamin B5s.
Slow Motion Replays That Never Cease To Be Funny: A camera panning across a track full of male sprinters, eight sets of wedding tackle swinging like pendulums. Tick tock indeed.
The Saga of the Chick That Stopped Rowing shows no signs of fading, with this cracker of a quote from Rowing Australia chairman Pat McNamara:
"I think the treatment she [Robbins] is getting at the moment is like the treatment Lindy Chamberlain got."
This afternoon it's all about cycling. Which always makes one wonder, which came first - cycling in velodromes or the Daytona 500? I suppose we have to go with the cycling since the bicycle predates the car by some stretch. But it's an interesting concept, guiding one's vehicle around in an endless slopey loop thingy.
While watching the gymnastics last night I thought about my mother who is a kindergarten teacher. She is always getting her kids to collect margarine containers and plastic bags and egg cartons so they can make crafty things like butterflies and letter holders. And I wondered, how would one construct a male gymnast?
Fair enough if you win. Just look at that gorgeous creature Kelly Holmes, she ran the most brilliant 800 metres last night and is quite rightly the toast of the town today. If you win gold then all is right with the world.
It's the final of the men's tennis today, Massu v Fish. Who the hell?