Oh, those glorious golden goal-scoring goddess. Look, I’m not the kind of person to go on and on about American exceptionalism. Honestly, I don’t think it exists as a singular concept. We all have the ability to be exceptional. Borders are just lines drawn on the ground. That said, I do believe in celebrating exceptionalism of all kinds when it happens. So, you know, congratu-fucking-lations Team USA! We could talk for hours about blown calls and bad calls. And certainly, there were both. But you can’t fault these ladies hearts. You can’t fault their fight. Their determination to leave every last drop of their humanness on the field. And that they did. And gold they won.
I have never been a sporty person, this is no secret. I’m more of the trip on air, spill my drink for no reason kind of person. But I sure do appreciate those who work and sweat and toil and persevere. Which, in part, is why I love the Olympics so much. The Olympics are the culmination of hard work and big dreams. It’s where tangible physical training and the ethereal human spirit meet to make 14 days of magic. I love it all from the parading of athletes into the arena to the extinguishing of the torch and promise that the youth of the world will reassemble in four years. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the Olympics (minus some serious grumbles about programming schedules and the inability to avoid spoilers). And I’ve unabashedly enjoyed the women’s soccer competition. Was I an unapologetic homer? You bet I was. Am I in awe of all the countries’ teams and astonishing play? You better bet even more I was. Congratulations to all the teams, including bronze medalist Canada and silver medalist Japan.
And with that, let’s wallow in a little Team USA porn, shall we? Yes, we very much shall. Thank you, world. Let’s do it again in four year. Happy weekend, all.
Ohno She Di’int
BONUS: Shirtless Pinoe: The Experience in Three Parts
BONUS BONUS: Hell, year, there’s a Party in the USA!