I'm sorry

If I hurt or upset you, I’m sorry.
If I betrayed your trust or let you down, I’m sorry.
If I didn’t deliver on a promise I made, I’m sorry.
If I crossed a line or fell short of expectation, I’m sorry.
If I cheated, robbed, or distorted the truth, I’m sorry.
If I was selfish, rude or purposefully mean, I’m sorry.
If I am in anyway responsible for anything or anyone in any capacity feeling less happy or less loved this past year or any time before that I am truly, truly sorry.

Ok, 2009, here I come.

Lezak can Phelp it

I saw all of Michael Phelps’ gold medal wins. Phelps needs to forever worship his teammate Jason Lezak. The crux of his winning eight gold medals was not he, himself, but, Lezak. Phelps’ dream would have ended on the second gold medal quest itself – the 4x100 team relay. On the last leg, freestyle, the US is trailing to Alain Bernard of France (a man who would later destroy the field in the 100 mts freestyle individual), and all hope was lost. Lezak, then swam what is for me the greatest comeback of these games. He won it for Phelps.

Pride and country

In a world of sport that is so commercialized and hype-driven; where globalization has doused the fire of nationalism, the Olympics bring tears of joy and relief. I cried as Tirunesh Dibaba ran a last lap that defied human limitation in the women’s 10,000 metres and as Shawn Johnson lost the gold in the gymnastics all-round to Nastia Liukin. These were superhero performances devoid of monetary gain, lucrative deals or sponsorship plans. They were for pride and country. Now, two of our boxers are one bout away, each, from a guaranteed medal. I’ll be happy to cry again.