close call
Despite my previous protestations Leah and I were watching the gymnastics on the tv this evening, with some enjoyment, until suddenly a near-calamity! The commentators handed off to the studio and Bob Costas, and before I even had much of a chance to whine about him the camera panned back and he announced that he was being joined by President George Bush.
I'm not too much of a man to admit that I shrieked and turned off the tv as quick as I could; if I heard Costas and Bush talking to each other I might never have recovered. Two more annoying speakers do not exist, and in conversation their power to drive me to absolute distraction would be increased exponentially; I believe some sort of square law is in effect.
Good thing it was time for bed anyways. We're taping the proceedings so we can watch without commercials tomorrow, if we're so inclined.