There was a USA Today editorial this week that quoted Nike billboards in Athens that proclaimed “Silver isn’t winning. It’s losing gold.”
Most Olympians don’t have a shot at a medal. By Nike’s standards, almost everyone will go home losers. Or do they? Think of the faces of those that march in the opening ceremonies. People from places most of us can’t pronounce, let alone pinpoint on a map. They are the best in their country at whatever sport they’re competing at. They may not be the best in the world, but they’re the best in their village, town, or country. That’s something.
Kia posted something in the realquixtarblog about how the media have created unrealistic expectations about swimmer Michael Phelps medaling in eight Olmpic events. Now they’re practically depicting him as a loser as he continues to fall just behind Aussie Ian Thorpe. He’s one of the best swimmers ever to compete for the U.S. And he’s only 19. He will probably compete in at least two more Olympiad, maybe more. A loser? Hardly.
During the 70s I developed a serious crush on high jumper Dwight Stones. I became convinced that I could become a high jumper as well (at age 10 I had a growth spurt that brought me to the 5 foot 3 I am today, but I was tall for a 10-year-old.) I strung a jump rope between two trees and spent much of a summer hurling myself over it. I progressively moved the rope higher as I was able to jump higher. I would do this for hours. Today, I’d probably be treated for OCD. But back then, every family had its odd kid (and I believe that’s why families were bigger. If you had one odd kid and the others were normal, it was OK. If you only had one and he or she was a little quirky, what could you do?)
Was I Olympic material? I know now that I never would be. But at that moment, I was the best high jumper in my neighborhood. I then moved on to constantly batting a tennis ball against the garage for hours on end.
A runner from the town where I live is currently at the Olympics. Dathan Ritzenheim is a long-distance runner whose toe injury means he’s out of medal contention. But he’s still going to run and compete and be part of the 2004 Summer Olympics. Whether you win or lose, you’re part of something bigger than yourself and part of history. I’m waiting to hear about the Jamaicaan bobsledders or the swimmer from the Sydney games who finished a match minutes after the winners and runners-up had left the pool. Give me the underdog, the one who may not be the best, but who can provide their personal best effort. Those are the real winners of the games, or any game, for that matter.
. Had the bisque but it wasn’t very warm and the cream had started to separate. Need to go complain.