I swear to God, if I see another story on NBC about “How I made it to the Olympics despite (a) my crippling neural disease, (b) stifling poverty and a crippling neural disease, (c) my whole poverty-stricken neighborhood and my entire family and street beset with assorted crippling neural diseases, or (d) that my parents were NBC reporters and totally lacking in functional neurons” I’m going to write to the Olympic Committee and suggest that we hold a Zombie Olympics, or maybe one with just reporters hanging out and trading notes on neural diseases they’ve overcome.
I can just see that:
“Bob, here comes Kathy Gizzard around the last turn in the Women’s 300 meter grovel. And she is, she is –”
“Yes! She’s overcoming adversity!”
“And poverty, Bob, don’t forget poverty.”
“With her rare neural disease in fine form, too. She’s nearly there . . . YES! A new world’s record for abjectly miserable sports coverage.”