Back from Illinois, helping Older Daughter settle in for senior year. Time flies faster and faster.
We returned to another storm-induced cable service disruption. Not wanting to miss the Olympics, we headed to the nearest sports cave. What a metaphor, so many flickering, captivating shadowy images on the walls all around. It was Sam’s, but it coulda been Plato’s.
Got there just in time to experience the crowd’s frenzied cheering reaction to Michael Phelps’ and Katie Ledecky’s wins. Heard no chants of U-S-A (the TV sound was down), but if our heroes had been swimming for Canada or Belarus it would have been a different scene entirely. We won gold last night, was the clear implication. Add another medal to our total.
Wouldn’t it be nice, if we could all learn to cheer like that for all the winners of every nationality, and if every winner would be gracious enough in victory to deserve all those cheers?
6 am/6:03, 76/91, 7:41
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