Friday, Aug. 15, 2008

Poor Yang Tae-young

As I watched the South Korean team compete in the men's Olympic gymnastics competition, I realized something. No, it wasn't that I love watching the men compete (for obvious reasons), or that Michael Phelps wears his skin-tight trousers awkwardly low.

I realized it was exactly a year ago that I walked in and gave Mr. Big an iced coffee at his work. Why is this important, you may ask? Simply because we were supposed to meet up and have coffee in an actual cafe, so me bringing in coffee alarmed him, thinking this was our coffee date.

In five more days, our real coffee date ensued, which is really a fun thing to think reflect on. You begin to remember getting anxious, worrying about how you look, what to talk about and whether you'll have anything in common, only to be delightfully surprised that he's just as nervous, if not more.

Anyway, enough with the mushy crap. Those are for private thoughts.

Watching Yang Tae-young's performance last night was absolutely frustrating. Of course I have spirit towards my home country, so seeing him struggle throughout the competition was heartbreaking - especially after the 2004 Athens controversy.

I wanted him to get a medal, and it looked like silver was within his grasp. I read an article titled "The night of 1,000 mistakes," and that's very much true. There's always a couple people who fall or step out of bounds, but last night's men's gymnastics was really, really ugly. It was rare to see someone not step out of bounds or fall off of something.

Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if I had stuck with gymnastics as a little girl. Would I have been an Olympic champion? Highly unlikely...I hate heights and I have bad knees. But I do have strong ankles, if that counts for anything.