Okay, I've written about how much I adore the Olympics. I've said over and over and over how much of a sports junkie I am. In past posts, I've probably written about Mary Lou Retton's 10.0 vault and how I watched it as a child. I'm sure I've written about Nadia & Kerri Strug's one-footed vault landing. Here is the most recent moment that is burned into my mind forever.
Listen, I LOVE Jordan Weiber. Love her. Probably more than I love most gymnasts right now. More that Nastia. Just as much as Shawn. So last night, I was absolutely glued to the TV for Women's Qualifiers. And when she didn't make it because of this STUPID rule that only two American gymnasts can make it, I cried with her. I absolutely, positively let the tears pour down my cheeks. How utterly ridiculous. How crazy. How sad. How stupid.
I'm trying not to wallow. I am happy for Gabby . . . even though she was wildly out of bounds on floor. I'm super happy for Allie. She totally deserves it. But SO DOES Jordan . . . . boy oh boy, so does Jordan. Probably way, way, way more than the other 22 girls that will be competing . . .
I'm so sad.