Picket Fence Post

While The Youngest Boy was eating breakfast this morning and I was enjoying my second cup of java, we heard a news report that the disgruntled silver medaling Russian men’s figure skater has decided that since he didn’t win a gold medal in Vancouver (U.S. men’s skater, Evan Lysacek, did), he’s awarded himself a platinum medal for his Olympic work in Canada over the past week.

Platinum.

On his web site, Evgeni Plushenko lists the three Olympic medals he’s won to date. The first is a silver medal from the Salt Lake City Olympics. The second is a gold from Torino. The third is a “platinum” from Vancouver. However, to be quite honest, he won silver medal in Vancouver. They don’t *cough* give out platinum medals, Mr. Plushenko.

It was crystal clear, even to my 8-year-old that Plushenko — who’s been loudly and bitterly complaining that he was robbed of the gold and that because he can do a quad jump he should be named king (his prime minister backs him up on all but the king part) — is behaving badly and like a poor sport in the extreme.

Here’s what The Youngest Boy said after we saw the news report:

“What’s he gonna do, go in his front yard and have a podium thing there and say, ‘And the platinum medal goes to. . .’ then he throws it up in the air and catches it and says, ‘me!’?”

Precisely.

Image credit: HuffingtonPost.