Gold Medal decathlete Brian Clay just wants to be on the cover of a Wheaties box. Sadly, I think he'll lose out to either Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson or Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh. It probably would have been Michael Phelps but he's committed to Frosted Flakes. (I hear Tony the Tiger has a cross-species crush on the champion swimmer.)
In the old days, an American winning the gold would have been cause for celebration and bragging rights. Back then, the winner of the decathlon was considered the world's greatest athlete.
But NBC didn't even feel the need to air 8 of the 10 events in primetime.
I blame Bruce Jenner for America's sudden disinterest in the decathlon. For a quarter of a century we have watched the former Olympic champion change from a handsome, macho super-man to a beaten-down Kardashian step-father with bad plastic surgery.
In order to get respect, perhaps Brian Clay should get a sex-change operation and learn beach volleyball.
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