Olympic trouble

If nothing radically happens, this year's Olympic Games will be the worst one for Sweden in 108 years. And it's all because of bad bad bad luck. And we know it.

My favorite Swedish athlete at this point, Susanna Kallur, is a little, down to earth girl from Dalarna in Sweden. She's pretty, has a gorgeous athletic body that I'd die for, and she does what she does, and does it really well. Her dicipline is 100 meters hurdles and she's definitely somebody we thought was going to medal this year.

She's done great this season, really great. And us Swedes just take it for granted that "we" will do great in the games because of this. But, she fell. SHE FELL! The poor girl started out perfectly, but apparently too fast for herself, cause she stumbled over the first hurdle, and fell in the semi-finals.

And what do out wonderful wonderful reporters do? Well, they jump on her. Right after the race. She's still on the ground, evidently thinking to herself, trying to understand what just happened. Discrete tears in the corner of her eyes. And the journalists throw themselves at her just the way hyenas throw themselves at dead zebras right after the lion pack has left the site.

It's disgusting.

Yes, we need to cover what happens in the world. Yes we need to interview people, write articles about what people say in these interviews, but we do need to remember that we deal with people. An athlete is somebody who has sport for his or her job. Not a superhero of some sort, who just can keep going and going, and who's lacking emotions and therefore can listen to all the crap that people make them listen to. An athlete is merely a person who's giving her job all her energy and who has one chance in 4 years to medal in the Olympics and through that show that she's good for something.

Her dreams were crushed, she'd disappointed the whole Swedish people, and all this was affirmed by the gentle idiots who made her answer stupid questions and almost apologize.

By the time the reporters left her to herself, she was crying and crying and crying. I can't see how making good TV could ever be worth that.