*pathletic
Mine is usually sheer horror at the prospect of getting that far and screwing up on an international stage. Secondhand anxiety is in the red zone.
I seriously dislike that some of the Olympic games end in around 5 minutes. Imagine spending years practicing fencing and then end up getting zero medals just because you had a bad few rounds.
Yep. Its like finals. You get your one-shot to get it right. Else you have to rebuild to try the next 4 years after. You get to the Olympics means you are the best of the best. And winning a medal is literally 3 out of 7 Billion human beings.
So you prepare and prepare and hope you do it all with less errors than the other guys.
I was at a bar in 2012 when McKayla Maroney botched her vault. I yelled “You suck!”
The thing is my friend worked there, and it was this restaurant on Capitol Hill in DC. I’m a metalhead, and I look the part. So, I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I definitely was the guy in this picture to everyone that day.
As you all know first prize is a Cadillac El Dorado. Anyone wanna see second prize? Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you’re fired.
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