The Coronation

Day eight of the games. Late in the morning, they headed over to the Silverspoon’s to watch water polo, volleyball, diving, and trampoline.
“Since when was that a sport?” Theodore asked, regarding the latter.
After one o’clock, OLeif left to meet with Judah at the church office about website questions.
Meanwhile, Puck was busy looking for scraps left over from a lunch of burgers, chips, and peanut butter cup and cookie dough ice cream, none of which Collette would allow him to have.
But there were always strawberries and bananas, two of his favorites.
Later, while Puck rummaged in the office with his nana, Denae pointed to a photo of Theodore on the white board.
“Who is that, Puck?” she asked him.
Puck thought for a moment and then exclaimed, clearly, “Papa!”
He had also learned to say “juice”. Things were progressing in his happy baby mind. Collette wondered if she would soon look back and wonder where his childhood had gone.
In the best news of the evening, Dara Torres at 41 years old, had won silver in the “fastest woman” 50m free and another silver in the women’s 400m medley relay at her fifth Olympics, skipping two Olympics along the way. It would have been her seventh Games.
But by far the most electrifying moment (where all the world must have stopped for several minutes) was watching Michael Phelps in his final race of the Beijing games. He had done it. Michael Phelps had become the most decorated Olympian in history. Eight gold medals in a single Game. Seven world records in the eight. 14 golds total, two bronze. He was officially insane – perhaps the best athlete of all time.