Onward and downward!

Reading an older version of The New Yorker today on the beach, and came across a hilarious bit from Anthony Lane's piece about the first week of the Olympics (which, p.s., I miss terribly). Anywho, it cracked me up...

"It will be scant consolation, however, to Lord Coe. Formerly Sebastian Coe, part of the shining generation of British middle-distance runners in the nineteen-eighties, he now heads the team that will bring the Olympics to London in 2012. I tried to pick him out among the V.I.P.s on that first Friday, but without success. He may have been hiding in the men's room, calling home to order more light bulbs. You can imagine the rising panic in his voice: 'They had two thousand and eight drummers, all lit up. Yes, two thousand and eight. And what have we got so far? Elton John on a trampoline.' "

Ha Ha Ha.
Gotta love it because, well, yea we'll see.