A week and more I took "off", hoping when I came back I'd see the answer to what I'd asked. I was wrong.
I didn't know that nobody else knew it, Dilli. I figured someone did. I was unwise to figure it, but I honestly didn't *know* I was unwise to figure it. I foolishly assumed someone knew. I forgot what happens when people assume things.
(add about ten more embarrassed faces.)
And Dilli, it's not for the reason that you think I'm distressed, that I'm distressed. (FYI I never am calm.) I'm distressed *not* because I thought anyone was "dissing" MB.
Instead, I was distressed b/c he'd been upsettingly rude to a woman who wasn't even competing. Had he gotten snappish toward Ken Anderson himself, or barked at another racer, OK. But Gwen Holdmann wasn't even running. And she's a woman. It's small "comfort" to read in that link you provided that she didn't "think it was anything personnal [sic]", but small is the operative word.
I'm a woman. While at the restart this year, I'd innocently struck up a conversation with another woman there. I casually mentioned that MB was my favorite and got this for a response: "Why not DeeDee or Aily or Sylvia Willis? Us ladies should stick together, and you're a *traitor*, cheering for one of the men!" (She said "men" like most people say "cockroaches".) I thought at the time that she was just grouchy and tried to forget it. But now, well, if what was said (I do still want to know) was truly awful, then even I will have nothing good to say.
Because maybe that grouchy woman who called me a traitor for having a man as my favorite (thank goodness she didn't ask about 2nd or third--both also men!) was right, and here is proof.
I'd rather know something, even if it makes me sad, then be happily ignorant. But I must admit, I didn't know that nobody else knew yet what had been said. That was my mistake.
If my village calls, tell them I'll be home in time for dinner.