Tonight Brett and I are sitting on the couch watching the Olympics together. He’s studying Hebrew and I’m preparing my lecture for tomorrow. The random comments back and forth are fun.
For example, we were watching the Nordic Combined and he asked me what the difference was between what we were watching now and what we watched the other night. And I totally made it up and he believed me! Okay, I listened to the commentators and tried to remember what they said, but still, he believed me. Okay, he’s saying he just didn’t argue with me.
Then we were watching one of the downhill skiing and you could hear a guy yelling at the skier at the start to get him pumped up. I turned to Brett and told him I want that job. I could stand at the starting lines and yell at people.
Lisa: YEA!!! Svindal’s dad!!
Brett: yea. Why are we cheering for him?
Lisa: He’s a great cheerer!
I think Brett changed his mind at least five times who he was cheering for in women’s skating. Or at least when it’s between Japanese and Koreans.
I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.
Brett L. Dennis
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AmandaStretch
What I failed to point out is that cheering for people who cheer is like yelling at people who yell — it just perpetuates the problem. :penguin:
Cheering for people is not a problem. I cheer for you every morning and you don’t seem to mind.
:elephant:
😀 Yeay Brett, (See I’m cheering for you too)