Some people don’t like sport – that’s fair enough. I do and the Olympics has nice aspects to it, i.e. the athlete’s themselves and what they’re trying to achieve. Sure I’ll be following the events from home.
What gets up everyone’s nose though is the crass commercialization, the petty nazi officials and the tyranny on anyone wishing to promote these Olympics in his or her own small way.
Downunder, there’s a storm brewing and I’m apoplectic about it too. I’d be so even if it were Argentina or Germany. The poor girl, to run foul of the Tin Gods of Athletics Australia.
In a nutshell, the girl – Genevieve LaCaze – has been in the U.S. and like all athletes, had to make the cut, timewise, as everyone has to. She did finally make it but one day too late. In other words, the meeting which would give her the chance wasn’t held until the day after the deadline.
There are extenuating circumstances:
1. Australia doesn’t even have anyone in the 3000m steeplechase, so it’s not as if she’d be pushing someone out;
2. She has qualified for the time, one day late through no fault of her own;
3. This is the dream she’s worked for.
Most of Australia is for her going, the AOC itself is for her going, saying they’d be delighted to include her. She just needs to be nominated by Athletics Australia and there she is. Here’s Athletics Australia’s response:
“Today, the Athletics Australia Board has reiterated the position that the conditions set out in the nomination criteria must stand, and that specifically, no performances achieved outside the qualifying period can be considered for nomination.
“We are therefore unable to consider Genevieve LaCaze’s most recent performance for Olympic nomination and nor will we be able to consider performances from any other athlete after 11 June.”
F***ing jobsworths, petty tyrants. Absolutely no f***ing discretion or heeding of the public mood. ‘Scuse my French. Mind you, I have to admit bias:
4. She’s gorgeous and seems French.
I’m just thinking of all the work she’s put in, how much being at an Olympics means to someone like that – those Tin Gods don’t give a stuff, do they, as long as their prescriptions are met to the letter.