A and I got back from a mini trip today. We went on another float trip to Missouri. It was quite different from the usual one that we take. Normally, it is floating for two days and camping along the river, which I do enjoy, but this time it was different. We drove to Missouri and made camp and then the outfitter took us up river and we floated for the day down to the camp site and left the next day. It was nice only having the cooler and one dry bag in the canoe as opposed to having everything for the weekend in the canoe. There is less to lose if you do flip, which we did not thankfully. The only problem with this float trip was that we were on the river for eight hours, which did make for quite a long day. Six hours into the day, we were both ready to be done. But it was nice to pull up the canoe and have the camp site all set up. So it has it's pluses and minuses, as most things do.
When we got home, I immediately tracked down the two recordings of Michael Phelps's last swims. I just had to know if he got his last two medals. I'm not going to lie, the one hundred meter butterfly really got my heart pumping. My pulse was going as if I were back in the pool in high school. I was so happy that the eyes of the world was on a swimming pool. The best athlete in Olympic history (in my opinion) is a swimmer. But that is also the problem, he is a swimmer. Every four years swimming is brought to the forefront of the world during the Olympics. The years in between swimming becomes irrelevant. Listening to Jim Rome last week he had a discussion as to whether or not Phelps would be in the discussion of best athletes ever. Names that come up in that discussion regularly are people like Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzky, Michael Jordan, Muhammad Ali, Tiger Woods, etc. But Phelps won't get that kind of recognition because he is a swimmer and is only relevant every four years. You can't make a professional league out of swimming, but to see the college championships broadcasted on ESPN would be great. Honestly, they show the world series of poker on ESPN, so why not a real sport like swimming?
And now for something completely different:
The tracker that is attached to this blog gets archived every year. So all the fun little red dots on the world map go away at the end of every August. It is always great to look at that and see where people are when they stumble upon my writings. This year, someone on every continent has looked at this blog. The internet is universal and this is but a small, miniscule really, part of it. But to think that at least once these writings have been read on every populated continent is pretty neat. I'm not going to lie to myself and think that I'm popular over in Germany or Japan, but the thought that this at least came up on a computer screen somewhere other than in Kansas makes me smile.
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