How I Got Into Apolo Anton Ohno: Okay, it all started on February 16, 2002. I was sitting at my computer working on my loads of homework when I overheard my parents talking about some 19 y/o speed skater from Seattle. They were arguing over whether he was Japanese or not, because as most Oriental people know, Ohno isn't the usual spelling of that name, but I digress. My mom told me to watch him skate; not only was he suppose to be very talented, but even my mom thought he was super cute! And my mom knows what kind of boys I dig, so of course, I turn around to watch the race. Wow! I was hooked from that point on, even if Apolo didn't win (he got silver). And, to be honest, I hated the soul patch at first. I don't usually like facial hair on a guy, especially goatees, but the more I watched Apolo, the more it grows on you. It's almost like algae, hee hee.
Anyway, Apolo seems like a really nice, cool kind of guy. I like his hair, his smile, his deep, scruffy voice, and best of all, his sincerity. It's always a pleasure to see guys who are cordial and gracious after they win OR lose. That's a major rarity nowadays. I also admire him for being able to turn his life around from hanging out with gang members to winning a gold medal in short track. A person must have a lot of determination and strength to accomplish a feat of that calibur. He's no longer just a rebel, but a rebel with a cause. I really respect that and that's why I like Apolo so much. |
