Do you remember the halcyon days when the USA used to sweep the gold medals in the men's 100 meters, 200 meters, and 400 meters on the track at the Summer Olympics? I do. Now, we can't even get a runner into the finals of the men's 400 meters. What's up with that?
Thankfully, the Olympics now has women's beach volleyball. If there was ever a sport that the USA should dominate, shouldn't it be women's beach volleyball? NBC apparently thinks so. They're obsessed with this sport, showing it in prime time each evening that America's sweethearts, Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh-Jennings, have a match. Thanks to NBC, I'm now obsessed with it, too.
Tonight, I sat here on the edge of my seat (figuratively, of course, as I was in the recliner with my feet up), anxiously watching to see if Kerri and Misty could pull out a semifinal victory over the Chinese. The match had everything: annoying yells from the Chinese whenever they won a point, a come-from-behind first set victory for our heroines, crazy limbo-like efforts from Kerri to win a crucial second set point, and tiny bikinis. That's right. It was warm enough that all four women were wearing their ridiculously skimpy bikinis instead of their full body suits.
At the end of the match, justice was served and Misty and Kerri emerged triumphant. Even better, it set up an all-American final for the gold medal. Happy days are here again.