Stayed up way past my bedtime last night to watch the Olympics. Specifically, the gymnastics's women's team final.
We all know how that turned out.
The thing is, I went to bed feeling so badly for Alicia Sacramone. I can only imagine what she's going through. And really, honestly, if all the Americans had flipped, tumbled, and landed with perfection we don't know that it was enough to win. China was that good.
I imagine in some circles there's a lot of blame going around today. But I simply feel sorry for athletes who put incredible pressure on themselves to compete flawlessly...and then don't. It's a hard place, mentally, to live.
I also felt terrible for Rangers' pitcher Scott Feldman last night. He gave up ten runs in the first inning to the Boston Red Sox. Yeah, it was nice to be winning (which was in question for a while around the 8th inning), but at some point those kind of numbers tug at my compassion.
And yeah. I'm obviously a big sap.