Again--
For TEAM sports, I'd argue that, for something like soccer, yes, I think there should be more European and South American teams, given he quality...
But at least in team sports there's a reasonable, decent excuse--you DO need divisions and conferences, otherwise it just gets muddled, and that means sometimes teams with worse records make the playoffs in the NFL than others (case in point, the 7-9 Seahawks winning the NFC West the season before last while the 10-6 Buccaneers stayed home due to a stronger division and the Saints and Falcons, I think, finishing ahead for the Division and a WC berth.)
But there's no reason for that in Individual sports, there are no conferences or divisions that shut teams or people out like that.
"while it was indeed impossible for all three gymnasts in question to qualify, it was not impossible for any one individual gymnast to qualify, so it's not like she was totally screwed out of a chance."
I have to disagree--
When you finish above 21 people who get to go instead of you...
Yes.
You may THEN say you have been screwed out of your chance.
Yes, that's the rule, so technically she hasn't been screwed, but in every competitive spirit of the Games...she has been.
Oddly enough, what bothers me most about this, for all the talk of the competitive inequities that I honestly feel this raises, is the personal level.
This IS her life's dream.
This is it.
Sure, she's just 17, but 17 is a peak year for this sport.
I can (and likely will) write crap all my life, but it's still always POSSIBLE I'll get a great book out at 85.
I can at least go down typing, go out the way Tennyson prescribes in his "Ulysses"--
"To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
That was how this all began, in a way, the Olympic Games, if not directly, DID stem a bit in some sense from the idea of the Olympic Gods and Heroes...
And many of those heroes died having their shot--
Achilles, Ajax, Odysseus, Hercules, Theseus, Perseus, even Jason--they all keep going until old age or the opposition take them.
King Arthur and his Knights (well, most of them) do the same--despite their age, they never yield, and it's really only ultimately themselves that brings about the end of their hopes and dreams.
Any Olympic athlete is different from a Lebron James, who loses as a 20-something in a team sport that's played every year.
He got another shot the next year, still in his prime, and won.
She won't get that chance, in all likelihood.
She will never get another chance.
Perhaps the greatest dream of her life, and it's done, and not in a blaze of glory...
But due to a rule that's legal, but doesn't seem at all fair, or sporting.
How is she going to LIVE with that?
I don't pretend to think that sports should be one's whole life, and to be as disciplined as she must be to have become the world champion, she must have the maturity to realize that...but still--
How do you LIVE, knowing that your life's dream went unfulfilled, you'll probably never get another shot, and worse still, it wasn't because you gave it your all and failed, that you finished #25 and didn't make the cut of 24 but gave it your all, to your last ounce of strength, as Tennyson says...
But that you DID achieve the un-achievable height, you DID indeed make it to the Chapel of the Holy Grail...only to find that you cannot drink--
And not because of a fault of your own, as was the case with Lancelot and Gawain, but simply because of a quota, something so lifeless and soulless as a quota.
Again--
We only get this life, and that's it.
We get this life to achieve our dreams, to live to our fullest.
Imagine that you've done all you should do to attain that Grail of yours...
That you've beaten nearly all the field fairly to get it, you've worked for it all your life...
And it's taken away, never to be had again, by something as soulless as a quota...
And that's it.
That is the end of that dream FOR YOUR LIFE--AND AFTER.
Because she won't be a Mary Lou Retton now, likely.
She will not be Jackie-Joyner Kersee.
Or Olga Korbut.
Or anyone else...
To stick with the Greek theme--she won't get to join that Pantheon, and live afterwards in the memories of others with them.
And you can live with that if you take your shot and miss and you know you gave it your all, but were unworthy...
What do you do when you're just about as worthy as can be, and a RULE denies you even the CHANCE?
Imagine Hercules, completing his 12 Labours, and at the end...he's not given his freedom, not given his vaunted place among the heroes, not made a deity...because there was a quota on Greek heroes, and Perseus came first.
How contrary is THAT to the original, Greek spirit of these Games, to be denied a chance at the Pantheon when you have earned it?
I DO NOT see the Olympics as being something of Nationalist Pride or Medal Conts--not for these Individual athletes.
For team sports--sure, I chant U-S-A along with everyone over here...
But the Individual Athletes? THAT is closer to the glory of winning for the honor of winning, I feel, not winning for you country, though that factors in quite a bit of course, but even more so, it's the sense of Tennyson's poem being fulfilled--
That you HAVE strove, sought, found your way, this pinnacle of humanity between Performance and Spirit...that you never yielded, and here you are, at the Pinnacle...
AND WE *SHARE* IN THAT MOMENT...
IN A PERSONAL TRIUMPH OF THE SOUL, WE *ALL* SHARE IN THAT MOMENT...
In that moment, YOU are the Ultimate, and we, in our awe and amazement at your feats, are sharing in the moment, as for most of us, seeing the Pinnacle, watching the Ultimate be achieved, that's as far as most of us are able to go on our own personal life odysseys.
If that sounds absurdly spiritual, if my tone sounds that way, that's because I DO feel that way about this--I don't believe in an afterlife, or a God or a Jesus or anything of the sort.
So those human beings that make the jump just a little bit further, the ones that really and symbolically show humanity inching ever onward towards improvement and betterment and achievement...I place great value in such individuals, and their achievements, that enrich themselves, and enrich others knowing that, if they couldn't do it, at least someone could, that HUMANITY can--and will--not yield, but move onward.
I will probably never write anything meaningful, probably nothing of value, anything even remotely worth the paper I print it on.
But I can live and die at peace knowing that not only did Shakespeare come along and write things I wished to write, and say things I wished to say, but could not articulate, could not evoke in myself, at least I can say that Shakespeare did it, and he'll stand forever, and inspire others...
And that at least I was given my fair shot, took it, tried, and never yielded, and if failure is my place in the literary Pantheon, it's failure well-earned, a sweet, not bitter failure.
The same goes for Ms, Wieber, and that's why I feel for her so--
All that lives on, in my view, is our legacies, and what is so inspiring to us are the Pinnacles...
And here she was, knowing the pinnacles of her profession her whole life, striving with every inch Tennyson's Ulysses strove with, seeking with every ounce of strength, finding within herself every iota of power and purpose she could to propel herself forward...
NEVER TO YIELD--
And she does her work, does all she must to attain the Grail, and a silly rule denies her not just the present glory of that Grail, but all that comes with it, all that build up that came before it, and all that will come AFTER IT...
That is not a sweet failure well-earned, but a bitter failure sorely undeserved, and a failure that was not at all hers...and still it keeps her from the chance to compete for the sort of Pantheon place, that sort of ending that is befitting someone who has struggled and worked along Ulysses' path--
THAT is the spirit of the Olympic Games, not Medal Counts, but something far greater than even those who win the Gold...
And that's been taken away from Ms. Wieber on a formality, and made that "something far greater" diminish before the pettiness of nations quibbling and competing for bits of shiny metal.