THINGS WE LOVE ABOUT THE OLYMPICS: BROADWAY AND LAST REGRETS EDITION
The Olympics are over and we’re bored of them already. Move on. Okay, I will. In one second. I just want to share one last thought: my great regret that the Olympic career of figure skater Scott Hamilton did not overlap with the existence of the Broadway musical Hamilton. If it did, Scott Hamilton could have used the opening number in his free skate, dubbing over the word “Alexander” with a shout of “Scott!” that doesn’t quite fit the syllables. My, the sequined britches we could have seen. The shiny buttons on the waistcoat. The cravats, OH the cravats!
“The world’s gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?
My name is SCOTT! Hamilton.”
While triple salchowing. I mean, right?
Oh, and I also regret that I am not best friends with this Italian figure skating coach. His hair says “I’m a lot of fun” and his scarf says “I concur.”
As they say in PyeongChang, see you in Beijing!