You Be The Bun. I'll Be The Cheese. Wait. Where Is My Jacket?

I have nothing against women who are amply sized--sounds like amplified, which could also apply. I wish I did sometimes. Today, I was pleasantly surrounded by a few such females. No gender tests necessary, at all, and that's not because they are Jamaican not South Africans. But, as is the way with gender equality, no sooner had we agreed that this could turn into a good sandwich, with hard dough bread on top and bottom and a piece of good sized cheese between, than the two baker's daughters decided to throw the dough out of the window. "We no need no man! Is all a oonu mash up de world!" I really don't know what had been said but I saw fingers pointing at me and the husband of one of the would be sugar dumplings. We two men looked across at each other, and gave a 'I do not know them' look at each other.

So, what to do? "Look, is you did want fight over who goin' be on bottom and who goin' be on top. I was happy to be in de miggle," I said, trying to reassert something, though not really sure what. "No. We nah bizniz wid dat nuh more. We dun wid you. We go lie side by side, and see where you go put yu cheese then." So, this is how it is when the elements of love are placed in the area of televised coverage of track and field? The course of modern true love seems to last as long as a Bolt down the track--a mere 9.58 seconds. Time was, and it was in the pre-Internet days, that true love lasted around 7 minutes. Is that increased or reduced productivity?

I tried a few insults. "Yu is no hard dough. Yu is dry biskit. No. Yu is rough an dry, like Ryveta." I could see them struggle with the idea that they were crisp, and not kneaded. That kept them quiet.

Interest in the television was less intense than yesterday. The Bajans were hoping for more medals but we had to tell them that none of their athletes were in the events today. We saw the medal ceremonies, though for Usain and Ryan--you notice how fast we become friends with the sprinters. We watch highlights of the men's 4x100 metres relay...and once again, the US team had forgotten the small print: the baton needs to be exchanged withing the 'zone'...so they are out. Is relay practice optional on a US team. Dropping or failing to pass the baton should be their sport--they are getting so good at it. Pshaw!

Then we had two bits of excitement, well less so, as Veronica Campbell'-Brown's legs (and her sick foot) could not cope with Allyson Felix's, and settled for silver. The 'blue riband' event of the day say Leshawn Merritt--the true black American--beat off again Jeremy Wariner--the nearest white man to be a black man in the 400. So, that's the double--Beijing and Berlin: two Bs or not to Bs.

We boys looked at our hard dough. It had now risen to become bun. So, we did the smart thing and went to get our jackets. We done.