Was just watching the Winter Olympics. The skaters are all amazing! They are sooo talented. But most of them had a bad case of NERVES and fell at one point during their routine. Of course, the judges all gasp like its never happened before. Then they discussed how many points the poor skater was going to lose. Next, everyone was saying what a poor performance it was.
Are you kidding me??? Only a handful of people IN THE WHOLE WORLD could do those dance moves, jumps and turns on the ice. It takes years of practicing 8 hours a day to get as good as those skaters. So why is some TV host gasping and saying, “Oh my! How unfortunate! That’s a definite full point off the score.”
The poor guy finishes his routine, then returns to his station, sits down and tries not to look like he’s planning to commit suicide later that evening.
Me? I’m shouting at the TV: “That was incredible! Wow! I can’t believe you did that? Where did you learn that move?”
I really felt sorry for every skater. No matter how wonderful they were, the news hosts both said very negative things about their performances. They were not at all encouraging or happy about the hard work these skaters put in.
I would be really pissed if I spent 7 years practicing my skating every day from 8am to 5pm and hardly had any life at all outside of skating, then announcers said I sucked just because I fell down.
“Yeah, I fell down! Yes, I came out of my spin too soon. So what? Only a handful of people on the whole planet can do what I just did so go suck an egg!”
That’s what you feel like saying but no one cares. The events have moved on and now there’s somebody else on the ice. They fell down too. Maybe everyone is just a little nervous. After all, the whole thing is taking place just a few hundred miles from Kim Jung Un’s palace and HE spent the day parading his missiles down the main streets of North Korea.
I know what it feels like to NEVER be able to please someone. My mother….argh!!! Painful relationship. Always on the verge of hugging her or strangling her. What a frustrating woman! She was soooo critical about everything and everyone. Plus, she was a hypochondriac. Never ask a hypochondriac how they’re feeling!!! It’s a trap! Turn around and run as fast as you can.
Otherwise, you have to stand there and listen while she goes over every ache and pain, everything anyone said or did that upset her. She’ll tell you how her boyfriend made a mess in the kitchen and came home late from work. She’ll tell you that her coffee maker went crazy and spewed hot coffee all over the counter this morning. She’ll say that she tried to make a roast, but burned it so now there’s nothing to eat.
While she’s talking about how there’s nothing to eat, she paces back and forth wringing her hands with furrowed brow.
“Mom, mom, stop! It’ll be okay. I’ll run up and get hamburgers or pizza. Don’t even worry about that.”
But she refuses to be calmed down that easily. “You just don’t understand. You’re so much younger than me. You don’t know what it’s like. But you’ll know one of these days.”
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up, mom. Brilliant!”
After ten more grueling moments of this conversation, I check my phone and say, “I have to go mom. Chelli needs me to watch her kids tonight.” And I get out of there as fast as possible. I tell myself I won’t go back for at least 3 months. I deserve a 3 month break. Let someone else go over and check on her. Let someone else call 3 times a week to make sure she doesn’t need anything. “I deserve this break and I’m taking it, Damnit!”
*Big Sigh* Okay, where were we? Oh yes, the Winter Olympics. I don’t like those announcers. They need to spend more time pointing out all the great things the skaters did instead of acting like that was the worst performance they ever saw. Just my two cents worth!