Tonight, I experienced my first ear-to-ear grin while watching the Olympics. The smile was put on my face by the men's 400 meter freestyle relay team as they "smashed" the world record and, in the process, the French team. I was watching NBC after the U.S. beat France by .008 of a second, when a commentator mentioned that just before the race the American boys overheard the "Frenchies," as they called them, trash talking the U.S. team. (How do you like them now?) I can't be sure, but I bet that fueled their fire to kick Frenchie swimming butt and inspired their infectious jubilation upon winning. The last 50 meters of the race were incredible. Kudos to Jason Lezak for pulling the team through as anchor and helping Phelps keep his bid alive for 8 gold in '08.
I have never been to France, although I hear it is a lovely place and that the people can be quite nice as well. I hope to visit someday. However, I have discovered that Americans, at times, have a special disdain for the French. I can't honestly say that I know its origins, but I find it entertaining. I only ask that the Francophiles out there indulge me for a minute, because I just loved watching our boys win.