Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I miss The Thorpedo.

I’m not really a sports person, but when the Olympics are on, I feel obligated to watch every single second of them. This means I form personal attachments to athletes like Ian Thorpe (from, like, eight years ago, but I can’t let go.) I have figured out that my love of The Thorpedo is still affecting my feelings for Michael Phelps.

Both of these people are swimmers. You know that. They had a rivalry a while ago before Thorpe retired, although it seems to me like maybe Phelps shouldn’t have been born yet back then. I was absolutely on The Thorpedo’s side. I loved his pointy face and poky hair. I loved his accent.

Last night when Phelps destroyed Thorpe’s world record by like a million seconds, I got really angry, and this made me realize that it isn’t just that Phelps has to eat 10,000 calories a day to maintain his weight that makes me dislike him. It isn’t his friendship with the bicep-kissing Grevers. It is still The Thorpedo. It will always be The Thorpedo. I really like saying The Thorpedo.

6 comments:

Kathryn said...

i hated the olympics and then i watched it last night and now i love the olympics. also! primetime medical mysteries is on tonight.

Sarah said...

The Olympics are loveable. I loved the sweet boy synchro divers from last night.

Meghan said...
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Meghan said...

Swimmers are breaking so many records bc. of the Speedo RZR swimsuit, which is made out of elf skin and lubricated with carmelized whale blubber.

Megan said...

that's weird. your post just appeared on my screen as i finished my post about michael phelps. i think we have begun a theme.

Megan said...

thorpedo is hot. but not as hot as aaron piersall.