From Wimbledon, and still thinking a little about what Jordyn Wieber did yesterday
The Kansas City Star
LONDON — Wimbledon is smaller than I expected, somehow. More quaint. Sort of like Fenway Park, only with rich Brits instead of drunk Bostonians.
This is a place I’ve always wanted to check out, and I realize this isn’t Wimbledon, of course. This is the Olympics, which in many ways makes it better than the Grand Slam tournament they hold here but in other ways means there is magenta signage all over a venue that normally would treat such an intrusion like an act of aggression.
The main column today is on the badass moment that will define Jordyn Wieber 48 hours after the rough moment people thought would define her.
The other one is on the subjective best all-around athlete in the world, who you may have never heard of, and who is definitely OK with that.
One postscript to the Wieber column: that was, truly, one of the coolest moments I’ve had in this silly job. My knowledge of gymnastics is pretty much limited to watching whether they fall, and if they don’t, well, the routines all look pretty sweet to me. Dominique Dawes, one of the 1996 gold medalists, was two seats to my right and it’s a weird feeling not being 100 percent sure how impressed you should be with something until seeing someone else’s reaction.
But you don’t have to know about gymnastics to know about a moment. You don’t have to care about a sport to care about what it can do for people. Jordyn Wieber’s life changed yesterday. This is her forever. She will be the girl who was the best gymnast in the world, had her heart broken by a rule many think is archaic and unjust, cried her heart out and then came back 48 hours later to make history with her friends.