Bode Miller, I am sorry that I mocked you. I know that you trained hard to go to the Olympics. I know you were ready at the top of the course and when it came down to it -- you just didn't win a medal. Sure you partied and socialized "at an Olympic level" and it is the experience. Right?
While I put in a valiant effort, there were a few days I should have knit that I didn't. That first Sunday of the Olympics, not a stitch -- right there was a sleeve and the yoke could have been cranked out in those other idle moments. For those of you participating in knitting-Olympics-drinking-game I give you excuse number 3: "realizing there is no way to knit a fingering weight fair isle adult sweater in 16 days without losing their job." What was I thinking? Here is a close up (sorry it is a little blurry, I really need to figure out about close up pictures).
There were distractions aplenty and the St. Pat's parade planning didn't help with a meeting on Saturday and the fundraiser on Sunday. Hardly conducive to my finishing. But, Bode, I was following your example and reveling in the Olympic night life. And while you just have your memories, I have 3/4 of a sweater to show for my Olympic toil.