So here I am, a silly man, thinking I have the ability to avoid all spoilers for this evening’s Olympics. Stupid, right? Especially for a person who both works in sports AND spends all day on the Internet.
Against all odds, I avoid any headlines. Despite there being no decorum about this thing whatsoever, Twitter doesn’t drop any bombshells on my head. And nobody on Facebook or in my circle of friends/family manages to blow anything for me either.
Surprising and amazing.
I put the television on because, well, what are the odds I could watch the Olympics tape delay without knowing what happens? 1 in 100 if that?
Missy races her trial and qualifies. We go to commercial. Since I don’t want to miss what happens, and because I think I’ll throw NBC a bone and watch their commercials since they are entertaining me, I don’t change the channel.
And those turds run a promo for their stupid fucking morning show, asking the fuck-stupid question, “how does it feel to win your first gold medal? We ask Missy and her parents blah blah blah” literally seconds before Missy would of course win her first gold medal.
There are no proper words for this incompetence and/or treachery.
Fuck you, NBC.