When Camille and I saw each other last night, after Andy Murray won the gold medal, we hugged and congratulated ourselves. Because long ago we saw him play at Indian Wells when he was just a kid and we loved him then and have watched him there every year since (except for this year. Don't get us started.) and we feel like part of that gold medal is ours. In a symbolic sense, of course. I'll start excepting endorsements now.
In other news: The gold medal winner for the skeeviest mustache goes to this guy:
Tomas Gonzalez, a Chilean gymnast.
Whilst searching for his picture on the internet I came across this gem:
I do not know whose hand he is shaking but I'd like to shake it too. He's like a bleached, permed My Little Pony.