That magical combination
I cut myself shaving the other morning. I lost concentration as my mind had wandered to (what else?) beach volleyball, and the Men's Olympic final that I had stayed up to watch the night before. I was thinking about Phil Dalhausser, the American who basically put on a blocking clinic against the Brazilians to clinch gold for him and his partner Todd Rogers.
Just after I cut my chin, and had finished cursing the new shaver and razor blades I was using, I realized the funny connection between my shaving incident and that Gold Medal. You see, the shaver and razor that I was using, had been given to me by Phil Dalhausser himself, when we stayed at his place during a spring training camp in California. He was sponsored by the razor company and had plenty of giveaways, so as any gracious host with a closet full of sponsor swag would do, he threw some free shaving gear our way.
I found it interesting that at the very moment I was thinking of Phil, and how great he played at such an important time, that I cut myself with the very razor that he gave me. Coincidence? Probably. Significant? Well, probably not. The truth was, I was up most of the night thinking of the match, and was lost in thought over it, even the next morning. And I'm probably just looking for any connection to that gold medal just to ease the disappointment of not having a chance to play for it myself.




