I had to go out last night so I didn’t get to see the women’s hockey gold medal match. Got home just in time to see the medal presentation. When I turned the TV on, the medals were being given out to the US team. The way the light was reflecting from the medals, I couldn’t tell if they were silver or gold. One look at their faces told the story, though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a glummer, sadder looking bunch of silver medal winners. They looked like they were all ready to burst into tears.
The Canadians, of course, celebrated the way any team from that great northern country would: with a few beers and a cigar. No criticism from me on that front. Well played. Looking forward to the remaining men’s games, and the curling gold medal games, too.
I was surprised by how aggressive the heroes were on Survivor last night. Every one of them stood up to his or her opposite number on the villain team and dumped him or her into the mud. For some of them it was more of a struggle, but they got the job done. Then along came James and sent Randy flying halfway to Fiji. Last time out, Randy struck me as a sad, lonely man. Doesn’t look like much has improved with his lot in life since then. He’s one of those players who self-ostracizes, which isn’t good strategy.
