I’m the proud owner of a well used Saab 9000. It’s old. And tired. And kind of a dark blue color. I don’t really use it that often. A quick trip down to Skåne maybe, the big trip to the grocery store once a month or so and that’s about it. So it sits in the garage of my building. Gathering dust.
And so it happened that I came back from the US with very little food in my name. So a trip to the grocery store was in order. And instead of the little one that jacks up its prices near my building I decided it was time to break out the Saab and head to the big time. Where I can buy in bulk. Swedish bulk at least.
So I went down to the basement and got into my car. And turned the key. And got no response. I mean nothing. Not even an attempt at starting. The battery was dead. Completely shot. Which leaves me in an interesting predicament with a few options.
Obviously, getting someone to help me jump the car would be the best bet. Of course that requires a second car. I don’t know a single person in the building that owns a car. In fact, I don’t know anyone in the greater Stockholm area that owns a car. Which is fine, because sometimes people are helpful. Except I’m stuck in my little garage cage where I park.
So I either have to push the car out of the cage and maneuver it outside and then hope I can get someone to help, or I can try to lure someone into the garage. Both sound pretty miserable, and to be honest, the luring sounds damn near impossible. Disregard for a second the creepiness of some big Swedish-American guy with a red beard coming up to you and trying to convince you to drive into the garage because really, there is a car in there that needs to be jumped, and remember that this is Sweden. A country where no one speaks on public transportation. A country that is often described by newcomers as the place they felt the most lonely of their lives. A country where my parents worked for nearly half an hour to get someone to help jump their car in southern Sweden. A country where my brother and I worked for nearly half an hour to get my car jumped last winter. It is not an easy task.
So with that in mind, my car is still sitting in the garage. Gathering more dust until I can find someone willing to help. Or maybe I’ll just man up and push the thing out. We’ll see.
In Olympic news, Sweden has made international headlines. Unfortunately, not the good kind really. Sweden did win a third medal, this one a bronze in the 84-kilogram Greco-Roman wrestling. It seems, however, that this medal will not be making its way back to Sweden.
Ara Abrahamian threw a bit of a fit in his semifinal match which he lost costing him a chance at the gold medal. Apparently there is some sort of wrestling conspiracy out to get him because he was denied gold in Athens and was so pissed about that loss that he quit. So when another controversial call went against him Ara lost it. I watched the match, and I don’t understand a damn thing about wrestling so I can’t even begin to attempt to explain what went wrong. But a call went against him in the closing seconds and he lost. He was pissed, screamed, yelled, broke some things, had to be restrained from going after the judges, and finally left. At which point it was rumored he wasn’t even going to show up for the bronze medal match.
Twenty minutes before the match start he got a couple of phone calls from his friends and he changed his mind. And won bronze easily. Yay. Now, Ara had already managed to show some pretty poor sportsmanship in his attempt to convince the world that the greater wrestling community has it out for him, but he was not done. In a manner very unbefitting a man of Swedish citizenship, Ara accepted the bronze medal, threw it to the ground, and walked out of the medal ceremony.
I don’t care what happened. I don’t care if he was robbed. I don’t care. Man up and accept it. Take your bronze. Stand quietly during the ceremony. Do not be an ass. Be an ass after the ceremony, bitch, moan, and complain all you want. After the ceremony. But Ara couldn’t manage that. Instead he ruined the ceremony for the gold and silver medalists and managed to thrust Sweden into the international spotlight as a disgrace.
Tomorrow, the powers that be will meet and decide if Ara deserves to be stripped of his medal. He should be. Regardless of the events leading up to this, regardless if he felt like he was shedding light on a larger conspiracy, this was neither the time nor the place. Some people think he did the right thing, other disagree. I for one believe that Ara Abrahamian does not deserve any sort of medal or recognition. He says this was his final match. Good. And if he gets the itch a little bit later as London approaches I can only hope that Sweden refuses to even entertain the thought of allowing him to wrestle again.
Luckily plenty of English language news media picked up on this. Including ESPN, Yahoo, and of course, our good friends at The Local.
So enjoy some reading that truly defines the Olympic spirit:
Minguzzi's surprise Greco-Roman gold overshadowed by protest
Angry Swede throws down medal, quits
Swedish wrestler refuses bronze medal