This easily feels much better than a few weeks ago when we were No. 8 on something!
It really doesn't even compare. Does eighth place even get a medal in the Olympics? I mean, even if it does, it's probably some lesser precious-metal medal like Bismuth or possibly tellurium.
Oh my gosh ... deep breaths. They say it's going be great, but then when you actually get here you realize that it's impossible to articulate how high you'll feel and that all your life's work and all of those who laughed at you and slapped you around as a child ... well, who's laughing now? Huh, Wayne Kiesel? How you like me now, Wayne-y?
-JG
What in the name of Gandhi's swim fins is going to happen when you hit No.1, John?
Posted by: Teresa | July 30, 2009 at 04:11 PM
Somebody called me and left me an anonymous voicemail that said, "Well you sure smell like No. 2."
Very hurtful, BTW!
Posted by: John Glynn | July 31, 2009 at 12:43 PM
There are worse things than smelling like a No. 2 pencil.
Posted by: Teresa | July 31, 2009 at 03:12 PM