I found this article about shakin’ the sheets in the Olympic Village quite amusing.
A few favorite quotes :
In Beijing, even the adolescent female gymnasts got sassy with the water polo and judo boys who shared their training room. “That’s where most of my socialization took place — in a tub, up to my chest in ice water,” says silver medalist Alicia Sacramone, then 20, who served as den mother to her teammates. “The younger girls would try to flirt with stuff like, ‘Look at that butt on him!’ I’m like, ‘Excuse me, did that just come out of your mouth? Don’t pay attention to his butt!'”
Taylor Phinney too is looking forward to a do-over in London for two reasons. In Beijing, he was an 18-year-old wunderkind American cyclist who night after night sat on his balcony, one floor below the gymnastics team terrace, and tossed Shawn Johnson prohibited Snickers bars. “She was a superstar,” Phinney says of the then-16-year-old, “and I was a lowly cyclist with a massive crush.” After Johnson won gold and moved to a hotel with her parents, Phinney moved his courtship to the lobby, where they closed some blinds and had a “kissing session.” But Phinney’s long trip to first base may have also derailed his medaling hopes. “This is going to sound stupid, but I almost forgot I had to race.”
Read the full article here.
I, for one wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers in the morn.’
From what I understand, the Olympic Village tends to be one big party.
Does this debauchery apply in any way to our loveable (and mostly underage) gymnasts?
I really can’t see Komova or Kyla Ross sliding down a pole into a pool of jello at a party at 4 AM.