Many of us were watching while the Belch Chicks came perilously close to whupping Misty May and Kerry Walsh in Beach Volleyball. Their narrow and obviously demoralizing defeat in round one led to a predictable rout in round two. Misty thought it was because she and Kerry got it together for win number 105. A few of us noticed that the chicks from Belgium, ranked at 13, had the wind knocked out of their sails. Close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and shotguns.
Do they even have beaches in Belgium? Okay, so I took World Geography in Californicate.
The president pats Misty on the PoPo. Well, okay, he's not good on that kind of geography neither. But still. Way cool.
Despite having fully bought into the Beach Boy Myth, I noticed that invariably my scantily clad and ever-so-bronzed girl had gone home for lunch.We kept missing each other. And I spent a lot of time at the beach.
How the heck did Beach Volley Ball ever get to be an Olympic sport anyway?