I have been looking forward to it, the games in Turin, I like to watch speed skating almost every weekend, when my eyes don’t fall asleep, well, that happens when you’re very comfortable on the couch. So I thought: Yeah, we are going do the best we can with the whole Dutch team, to win or not, participating is quite an honour isn’t it?? And yes, it is very special to us because one the men is living in Kudelstaart, who???? Bob, Bob de Jong. Yes, in our little town at the water. The other day I was at the grocery store and guess who I ran into, Bob, the one and only Bob. I had goosebumps all over and I followed Bob through the store, forgetting all about my groceries, I sneaked past the racks and looked at Bob in total extacy, across the dogfood and between the chocolate sprinkles and the peanut butter. I almost fell over a crate Heineken beer, but I didn’t loose sight of Bob. Just when I almost fell over a buggy my eyes fell upon my grocery list and I got back to my senses, Bob headed for the cassier and I trudged through the store. But another hero lives in my current town, De Kwakel. G. Romme (I can’t spell his first name). I see him train often with his wife, an old classmate of Linda, isn’t that nice? He is wearing an elastic around his waist and on the other side is his wife, Romme has to pull her to get going. Well, I would let him go, see how fast he can do the 500 meter, haha. But he didn’t get to go to the Olympics, what a pity, I had my banner all ready. My family is totally orange crazy, especially during soccer it is a madhouse, everybody is dressed in orange, otherwise you’re not allowed in. It is one big fun-chaos. But what I wanted to say, I am angry. At those silly skaters. They won a bronze medal, and oooooo what a dissapointment, it wasn’t gold, so what, bronze is great too, but no, they couldn’t laugh, even worse, they were crying. They behaved just like little kids that didn’t get what they wanted, yuck boys, that’s so lame. Sven Kramer skated on a little block, things happen, right!!!!! Erben Wennemars had a face like he just wet himself and Carl Verhyen looked like a tragic clown, boys boys. Bob would never behave like that, Bob from Kudelstaart, our Bob. Even if he doesn’t win anything, participating is the most important thing.
