Speaking of the Dutch
Do you think Rutger Hauer was watching as the women’s field hockey team from the Netherlands beat China, 2–0, in the gold medal game? I think he was.
As you can see, they are a very, ahem, talented team. Let me just put this plainly: They look like the cast of House Bunny. They also coasted through the Olympics without losing a match. (I’m trying to think of some more colorful way to say that. Maybe, ‘I haven’t seen that kind of Dutch mastery since Van Gogh’?)
If I may put aside the crass objectification and bad puns for a moment, I would like to say that I am really enjoying the random Olympic sports. Team handball, modern pentathlon, synchronized diving, that kind of stuff. It amazes me not only what the human body can achieve (for example, a seemingly casual sub-10-second 100-meter run or a twisting backflip on a four-inch beam) but what the human mind chooses to achieve (for example, well, synchronized diving).
By sheer chance, the whole field hockey team is having the victory party at my house this Friday. We’ll be screening Blade Runner. Your invite’s in the mail.
Excellent! I will bleach and spike my hair and hitch a ride down there. I’ll start now. I hear that sometimes that sort of trip gets complicated…