Bob Costas: The spreadsheet making team has just arrived to the coliseum. The US is extremely hopeful with Cindy Beall in this category. Cindy comes to Canada from Oklahoma, where the wind truly does come sweeping down the plain. However, she was born and raised in the state of Texas. We asked her how she prepares for such an event and she said, “I just think about my grocery list that I made and shared with all of my friends back home and I feel confident that I can make something similar again. I have a peace in that.” Matt Lauer: Wow, Bob. There she is right now. She has such poise and confidence. She doesn’t appear nervous at all. Look, she just did the Hook ’em Horns sign to the crowd. Now that is relaxed. Bob Costas: She is calm indeed. Just a few more minutes and we’ll see exactly what she does under such pressure. Matt Lauer: Her husband and sons are in the crowd. I had the opportunity to talk with them earlier and while doing so, her husband teared up when talking about how hard she has worked. He’s really proud of her, Bob. Bob Costas: And rightly so, Matt. And Here we go. Cindy is walking up up to the table where the laptop is. We should let everyone know that these computers do not belong to the participants. The participants are ready. And they are off. Our viewing audience is able to see what the participant’s are doing by way of large screens above. Matt Lauer: This is really impressive. The crowd is really into this and is totally off the charts. Bob Costas: I’ve never seen such camaraderie, such enthusiasm for a non-athletic competition. Holy smokes, did you see that move by Beall? It’s rare to see such a gutsy attempt at widening the column this early on in the event. And oh my stars, she’s done it again! She just grayed out some lines which clearly helps one see a clear distinction from the others. Matt Lauer: I am blown away and am…Bob and Matt, the commentators? As if. Enjoy the rest of the Beijing games 🙂
I am a complete and utter Olympic junkie. Since the opening ceremony one week ago today, I’ve neglected household duties, ignored phone calls/texts/emails and have forsaken all that is good and right in the world to see just how many gold medals Michael Phelps can win. And don’t even get me started on those darling we’re not expected to do a dang thang in Beijing little boys who are our BRONZE MEDAL gymnasts. Ahem. Dare I mention the men’s 4 X 100 freestyle swim relay? What happened France? Cat got your tongue? 🙂 Competing in different sports as a teenager, I love so many of them. And I’d be tellin’ you a fib if I didn’t once daydream of being an Olympian. To represent my beloved America. To be on the medal stand when Old Glory is raised and seein’ tears are streaming down my momma’s face. To actually sing the national anthem when it’s being played. A girl can dream. Even at 37 years old. But, you see the problem with all of that was that I had no truly amazing talent that set me apart from the rest. I was a mediocre basketball player, who actually spent more time cheering my team on from the bench than helping them from the court. I did a fairly decent job in the high jump, that is, until some extra pounds found their way to my mid-section. Do you know how hard it is to get a 5’11”, 125 pound frame over a bar sitting at 5 feet, 4 inches? Very. Anyway, the Hubby and I were
laughing at discussing what we could do in the Olympics right now at our ages. We immediately knew what his talent would be.
Folks, the man can seriously find out anything about any product at any time of the day. He is the master at purchasing things that are well-made. In fact, if you even mention that you are considering buying something in his presence, he very well could show up on your doorstep the next morning with a print out of why you should or should not buy the item.
I know, right?
Finding my talent took a bit more time. And even though there are plenty of others who can do this well, I feel that I’d have a real shot at winning Olympic gold if indeed they had a competition for making spreadsheets.
Stop all the laughing. I’m sharing my dream, here.
I, too, found myself chuckling as I imagined how the commentators would describe the event to the TV viewing audience. It could go a little something like this: