I went over to SP’s last night to watch the Olympics and see what all the hullabaloo is about. The athletes are amazing to watch. And I was shocked to discover that speed walking is an Olympic sport. I was also shocked (but not in a good way) by how intrusive the interviewers were with athletes who had just lost their event. It was like:
Interviewer: Your Olympic dreams were crushed out there. How does that make you feel?
Interviewer: You’re crying. What’s making you feel so emotional?
Um…yeah. Really? Do you really not know? Oh, and hey, could you not shove a microphone in the face of someone who’s worked their whole life for this moment and just saw their dreams shattered? I can’t think of a worse time for an interview. The person needs a minute. Give the person a freaking minute.
Getting to SP’s place wasn’t easy. His whole street was blocked off with a zillion people everywhere. You weren’t allowed to walk down his block unless you lived there or were visiting a resident. I had to prove where I was going. This kind of fuss usually means a movie is filming, but it was actually the grand opening of Nike’s Soho store. The scene from his neighbor’s window looked like this:
Dang. The last line I saw that crazy was for the new iPhone.