I love the Olympics, I doubt there are many that don't. I love the commercials that are associated with supporting Team USA. Tears well up when certain ones come on, I'm a sap, I know it. I make no excuses. I realize that some of the athletes are prima donnas but the majority of the USA contingency, all five hundred twenty nine of them,are working hard to be considered the best in their sport.
See this miniature volleyball? I noticed it in Rocket Man's play pen (aka baby jail, a moniker Daughter gave it, apropos I'd say) when I first got to Daughter's house. Since she and Son-in-law left almost as soon as I got here, I didn't have the opportunity to ask about it until their return from their parent-cation. Turns out that's the autograph of Russell Holmes, a member of the 2012 US Volleyball Olympic team.
Here's the genealogy of how Larry knows Russell Holmes. Daughter works at a yoga studio, at this studio works Jessie, who also babysits for Daughter on occasion (Rocket Man thinks Jessie is his girlfriend), Jessie is married to Dane, Dane is Russell's baby brother. So, technically Larry doesn't personally know Mr. Russell but it's only three degrees of separation which is pretty darn close. Soooo, I can lay claim to the fact that I know someone (Daughter) who knows someone (Jessie) who knows someone (Dane) that is related to Russell Holmes. Yes, I thought you'd be impressed. And now, you know someone, who knows someone, who knows someone, who knows someone, that is related to an Olympic athlete.
In case you watch the Men's Volleyball team play, and want someone to root for, Mr. Russell is number twelve. I'll be pulling for him, as well as the rest of the US athletes.