Friday, May 18, 2012

Gymnastics Memories: The Magnificent Seven and the Destruction of the Temple

Today was my final day blogging for the Jewish Book Council/My Jewish Learning and I used the opportunity to tell a sweet and funny story that didn't make its way in the book even though I alluded to it in the introduction.

It was about how I learned that the Magnificent Seven won the gold medal at the 1996 Olympics. Unlike most Americans, I didn't find out by watching on television via NBC's horrific coverage. (John Tesh = Satan?) I was stuck in the mountains at sleepaway camp, far from any television set with reception. Additionally, I wasn't allowed to make or take phone calls from home. It was a total media lockdown. (Sort of sounds like I was at a boot camp for troubled youths but I swear I wasn't a juvenile delinquent!)

Anyway, my mother, knowing how much gymnastics and the Olympics meant to me, figured out a way to reach me with the good news. The interesting thing about her timing? She called me on Tisha B'Av, the saddest day on the Jewish calendar, the day when the Temple in Jerusalem was destroyed. Jews commemorate this event by fasting, sitting on the floor and talking about the Spanish Inquisition. Not exactly the stuff of flips and cartwheels.

Check it out in its entirety here. (Do it--it's really sweet and funny. Promise.)

And thanks to the Jewish Book Council and My Jewish Learning for the opportunity to blog about Judaism and gymnastics this week and Heresy on the High Beam. It is not often that I'm indulged to such a degree. 

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