BELCH
So what? You may have noticed that Olympians are consistently billed as going to the Games “representing their country.” If the residents of said country get a little excited, hoping their man (or whatever) wins, and that pisses the athletes off, tough nookie, baby
I reserve the right to howl, cheer, jump up and down, use face paint and/or large foam fingers, throw keggers, and egg the opposing team/athlete before and after said competition. And nuts to anybody who says I can’t, or who looks down their aquiline, patrician nose at me for doing it.
It’s called being a “fan,” and without all those dirty, lazy “fans,” any organized sport would be strictly local phenomena, as we fans put up a great deal of the funding that allows these spectacles.
That said, perhaps it escaped your notice that this thread has been entirely light-hearted from the word go. Be calm.
Congrats, Thorpe, and Australia (even the fat, lazy ones who cheered for Thorpe but never swam a stroke in their lives.)