Are we supposed to believe Claudia as a fun runner now? Seriously, her “running” was the most WTF-sports related moment since Sam installed a punching bag and started kickboxing in Jason’s living room. I loved the all black track outfit, although bright red tennis shoes would have been a nice touch. Who knows? Maybe Claudia caught a case of Olympic Fever. And why wouldn’t she? She probably sits at home in her living room/crime scene, cell phone in hand (in case Johnny calls) just watching Michael Phelps walk on water swim his heart out. Maybe tomorrow Patrick and Dr. Matt Hunter (I have to call him by his proper name, just like Nadine) will perform some synchronized springboard dives while Robin looks on proudly.
There, I’ll admit it; I rush through watching my soaps so I can watch The Olympics. While I enjoyed watching Alexis remember that she is an intelligent capable woman who is also a devoted aunt, I find myself much more interested in whether or not Kerry Walsh has found her missing wedding ring (she did). If I am going to watch someone mumble unintelligibly I would rather it be Bela Karolyi than Sonny Corinthos. I’m way more interested in this French/Italian/Italian Swimmer Love Triangle than Sami/EJ/Lucas. I’d rather be at the Water Cube than the Metro Court (although call me Bo Brady, because I wonder how Green it is).
Back to soaps, any guesses on what Robin and Patrick will name their baby? I’m disappointed that they won’t be able to name their child Michael Phelps.
