PARALYMPICS DISPATCH
Oscar needs to go to the shame closet (he'll find Phillips Odowu and the tennis player Nalbandian in there; they can commiserate about how their failures aren't their fault) and try to recover from the humiliating experience of being overwhelmed by the bitterness of defeat and lashing out in blind rage as a direct result. By blaming other workmen's tools, he showed that he is no longer the Paralympic poster boy, but only a bad loser. I've always loathed them, ever since I was playing cards at school when someone lost a hand, and then pushed the table over and ran off with the pack.
Even by the following morning he was recanting a little, regretting the TIMING of his remarks (which couldn't have been worse), but he's still got a ways to go. My advice: swallow your discomfort into a tight little ball, apologise properly, then go away and get a pair of prostheses like that Brazilian guy's. And then fucking shut up.
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