What's with the French? How come they hate us so much - what did we ever do to them? I mean, besides naming greasy, deep fried potatoes after them (which doesn't seem nice). Though didn't we make up for that with the French Toast? Doesn't the yummy-ness of French Toast cancel out the greasy-ness (though no less yummy) of the French Fries?
We eat baguettes, we nibble on croissants, we French kiss and drink French wine behind French doors wearing chapeaus in our chateaus. And still, what do we get? Nothing but an upturned nose and a cchhat-ptewie in our general direction. They say things like, "you durgty Amerr-ee-cahns can kees my ahss" and that's just plain mean. The French Canadians aren't even half as mean.
On another note, in case you've been hiding under a rock and haven't seen the greatest swim event ever in the history of everything, click here. I still don't get how he won. It doesn't make sense.
Who ever thought there was a swim race that you'd want to watch over and over. Go figure.
* Please note: the views expressed in this article do not necessarily reflect the views of the author, if that's at all possible.
August 12, 2008
Freedom Fries Anybody?
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Definitely the best race ever...
I watched it live, and then watched it again, and again, and again...
I think I'm up to time number 20 something.
That look on Michael Phelps face when he realizes what they'd done - PRICELESS!!
Amazing! The french guy must have sprinted so hard at the beginning of his leg that he "locked up" with lactic acid at the finish. That was a heck of a lot of ground to make up at the finish!
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