As I sit and wait to see the closing ceremonies, I wonder if I’m the only one in the country who is glad these Olympics are over. I didn’t see Michael Phelps win any of his eight gold medals. I didn’t watch any of the underage Chinese gymnasts beat us out of medals. The only athlete who caught my attention was the Jamaican sprinter in those crazy gold shoes. (I want those!)
And does it bother me that Michael Phelps is going to pose on a box of Frosted Flakes instead of Wheaties? Nutritionists hate that. I think it’s funny.
No, after I watch the closing ceremonies to see what pyrotechnics the Chinese fake this time, I’m going to get into my convention-watching mode. The Democrats’ party in Denver promises to offer its own form of pyrotechnics. I, for one, don’t believe that Hillary is “over it.” Watch the body language, people. Her lips may be calling for “unity,” but her eyes are calling for “revolt!”
Frankly, I just want to see if George Clooney shows up.
glindagirl