M had Olympics fever something fierce. One “morning” I woke at 2:40 a.m. and found him on the couch catching up on earlier recorded material with the sound muted.
He was nearly crippled when the gold medal slipped through the US women’s hockey team’s fingers.
In the midst of one of the figure skating competitions, he blurted out: “I just want them to do the Iron Lotus.”
I knew he was only half kidding.
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