awkward. awesomely awkward.
who didn't want to see this comeback? besides nbc, of course, which opted to show mr. miller's historic super combined victory on tape delay, several hours later. that's cool. as the nfl taught us years ago, nobody wants to watch live sports on a sunday afternoon.
still, mr. miller persevered—and now takes a restless place in olympic history. it's an amusing mantle for a dissident who liked to renounce the five-ring mystique, who appeared to care less if your breakfast wheaties came with his unshaven, blue-eyed visage. mr. miller with a gold medal is like leonard cohen with an mtv video music award—a strange, comical pairing that somehow feels all right...
...like his east coast homeboy walt whitman, mr. miller contained multitudes. he was large and contradicted himself. he was a nonconformist who graced magazine covers; a maverick draped in a nike deal. the media helped fuel the mythology, portraying mr. miller as a self-taught mountain boy aloof to the sport's fundamentals or customs. part shaman, part jeff spicoli, mr. miller would insist his skiing greatness was a matter of the moment, a state that couldn't be defined by hardware like medals.
jason gay for wsj.com
'bode-licious' is my new favorite word.
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