Tiring

Noah Lyles rips off his racing bib and holds it up for all to see. Some might be cheering him on for doing this. I choose to see it differently.

I don’t know how fine the line is between confidence and bluster, between a positive attitude and sheer over-the-top boastfulness. Lyles, to me, crossed it when he raised his bib with his name on it for all to see. Just another haughty American saying, ”Look at me. I am the greatest!”

He won in a photo finish, by tiny fractions of a second, over a group of runners who for all intents and purposes are as fast as he is. He should just be grateful that on this particular day, he emerged the victor. The gold medal says all that needs to be said.