DickZ
02-23-2014, 10:00 PM
It is with mixed emotions that I see that the Sochi Winter Olympics of 2014 have now come to an end. It’s been an exhilarating experience, so I’m sorry to see the games close. At the same time, I have to acknowledge that I can’t really afford to keep spending as much time as I’ve devoted to these games, watching bobsleds charge down the ice track and skiers fly down the snow-covered hills.
Besides eating up so much of my time, the games have caused me to suffer a few painful injuries in watching the endless action, and I’m now going to have to log in countless hours in doctors’ offices. I wrenched my left knee by applying body English to help the USA four-man bobsled team take curve number five in heat number three without smashing into the upper lip of the track, and I tore my right rotator cuff in giving a fist pump in response to Erin Hamlin’s women’s single luge bronze-medal run. I also toppled my recliner by twisting my body to help Ashley Wagner through a difficult triple axel in women’s figure skating, but I was fortunate enough to avoid any serious harm from that accident. The worst thing about the capsized recliner was scaring the wits out of my poor cat Eleanor, who was sound asleep in my lap at the time.
But now, even though the games are history, I find myself hopelessly in love with Gabriela Soukalova, the lovely female biathlete from the Czech Republic. I guess I’ll have to try to figure out a way to get a date with this multi-talented beauty. She can fire a rifle as well as anybody on the planet, and can cross-country ski with the best in the world, so I don’t even know how to break the ice. I considered digging out my rifle expert medals that I earned in 1963 with an M1, and in 1970 with an M14, just to show her I’m pretty handy with a rifle myself – but both of those weapons are now considered to be antiques. In all likelihood, her parents were small children at the time I earned my first medal, or maybe they weren’t even born yet. And besides, I can’t ski at all, so I’m at a total loss as to how I can convince her to go to out to dinner and a movie with an old geezer like me.
I’ll have to work on just how I might approach her.
Besides eating up so much of my time, the games have caused me to suffer a few painful injuries in watching the endless action, and I’m now going to have to log in countless hours in doctors’ offices. I wrenched my left knee by applying body English to help the USA four-man bobsled team take curve number five in heat number three without smashing into the upper lip of the track, and I tore my right rotator cuff in giving a fist pump in response to Erin Hamlin’s women’s single luge bronze-medal run. I also toppled my recliner by twisting my body to help Ashley Wagner through a difficult triple axel in women’s figure skating, but I was fortunate enough to avoid any serious harm from that accident. The worst thing about the capsized recliner was scaring the wits out of my poor cat Eleanor, who was sound asleep in my lap at the time.
But now, even though the games are history, I find myself hopelessly in love with Gabriela Soukalova, the lovely female biathlete from the Czech Republic. I guess I’ll have to try to figure out a way to get a date with this multi-talented beauty. She can fire a rifle as well as anybody on the planet, and can cross-country ski with the best in the world, so I don’t even know how to break the ice. I considered digging out my rifle expert medals that I earned in 1963 with an M1, and in 1970 with an M14, just to show her I’m pretty handy with a rifle myself – but both of those weapons are now considered to be antiques. In all likelihood, her parents were small children at the time I earned my first medal, or maybe they weren’t even born yet. And besides, I can’t ski at all, so I’m at a total loss as to how I can convince her to go to out to dinner and a movie with an old geezer like me.
I’ll have to work on just how I might approach her.