Sideline Story: The Meltdown
During a busy week last week, I walked by about the time to catch Norwegian skier Atle Lie McGrath line up at the gates to ski what most thought would be his gold metal alpine run. Then, seconds into the race, uncharacteristically, he straddled a gate. A guaranteed Did Not Finish. Then I watched as McGrath threw his poles, ski over to the out of bounds, duck the rope, unclip his skis, and hike into the woods to flop face-down in the snow. It looked like a full fledged toddler tantrum.
As the announcers narrated the scene, I learned that McGrath’s grandfather had passed away the day of the Opening Ceremony. My perception shifted, the picture came clear, He wasn't throwing a tantrum about a lost metal, he was finally letting go. Publicly processing his own grief he held while carrying both his and his country's expectations. That disappointment of the DNF wasn't entitlement, or ego, it was simply a human who had reached the end of his capacity.
Thank goodness the sound was on, and we live in an age where I can do a quick search for the details. It kept me from quick judgement, and brought feelings of empathy instead of disgust.