Earlier this week I flew from California to Chicago and the captain of the US Olympic men’s indoor volleyball team was sitting across the aisle from me. He was still wearing his gold medal which I thought was very sweet. I asked him if he slept in it and he said no because it was pretty heavy and would I like to see? So I got to hold an Olympic gold medal! It was very, very, very cool. What was really neat was how excited he still was about it even a week afterwards.
You have nooooooooooo idea! Six feet eight of lean, muscly, adonis-like goodness. I’m pretty sure I swooned when our hands touched during the passing of the medal.
Yep. There were two other members also on the flight who weren’t sitting by me so we had to wait until we were all together at baggage claim. (I wish! I did shake their hands though.)
