Golden opportunities

Last night was another night watching the Olympics here (remember -- no cable, no satellite, limited viewing options). I came away bleary-eyed with one thing in mind:

Never miss a golden opportunity to keep your mouth shut.

A Marine Robert used to work with said that a lot (or something to that effect), and it's probably the best advice going. It kept echoing through my mind -- when Shani Davis whined because Chad Hedrick didn't congratulate him on winning the gold, when Hedrick rambled around trying to cover himself on that, when those blasted skating commentators continued their endless chatter. Good God, don't they need to breathe once in a while???

I don't care whether Hedrick was mature enough to congratulate Davis, and I certainly don't want to hear Davis complain about it to the press. (However, I thought it was pretty ballsy of him to complain about Hedrick, his own teammate, when he -- Davis -- has, by all accounts, gone to great lengths to distance himself from the team.) I don't care what a skater has planned for his/her routine, don't care what the commentators think of their outfits or their music, don't want to hear every excruciating detail of their lives. I want to watch them skate. I want to hear the music. I want to appreciate it without inane filler.

Never miss a golden opportunity to keep your mouth shut.

And now I'm going to take my own advice.

Later, gaters! Rachel5:22 PM