Ok, well ... sort of. So I'm standing at a light at a very busy intersection trying to cross the street. I keep looking and waiting and looking and waiting when I hear a Wisconsonesque woman's voice behind me saying, "I think we can go now."
So I start to cross and she's right next to me when we get about halfway across the intersection and THE CARS START COMING STRAIGHT FOR US!!!! Yeah, not so good. We make a mad dash to the other side and as I'm feeling as if I've just won the top level of Frogger, having been missed by a killing machine by just a hair, this woman turns to me, puts out her hand and says, "hi! I'm Bonnie Blair!" To which I reply and give her my name. We shake hands and, since she's been tailing me since the USA House a few blocks back and knows I'm somehow related to the team, she proceeds to ask what I'm doing, etc. And we have a lovely conversation. It's as if we've known each other for years in that brief blip of time. I guess when you go through a near-death experience with someone else you'll always have some kind of connection. At least that's what I'm going to tell myself.
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Be honest with us...you haven't washed that hand yet, have you? ;-)
More importantly, did you beat her across? If so, that's something you'll want to add to your sports resume or something. May I suggest:
Turino '06
Beat Bonnie Blair by a hair
She then shook my hand
:-)
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