I just can’t figure this one out. Gold Medals. And Chicken Nuggets. It just seems like a match made in …
Look, I’m just like the next gal. I love the Olympics. And I’m a sucker for a great song and beautiful, iconic images of Olympic athletes during their greatest moments, standing on top of a podium. On top of the world. I can tear up with the best of them.
And you know I love a good tagline, so I have nothing against whoever came up with:
“The greatest victories are celebrated with a bite.” Awesome. Perfect. Brilliant.
But I think I’d like to revise it if I could.
Besides being a photographer’s glory shot…the tradition of biting your Olympic gold medal has been attributed to the back-in-the-day practice of biting gold coins to check for authenticity. Gold is a relatively soft metal and will show the bite marks if it is … really real.
So, I’m just having trouble making the leap from biting the Olympic gold representing a moment in time of being the best of the best, to biting into a manipulated-shape, deep-fried piece a substance that at one time might have started out kind-of like meat.
Come on, now. It’s not real food.
Maybe that is the point since the gold medal that we drape around the Olympian’s neck is not real gold. It is mostly silver, covered in just six grams of gold.
So, I think I’d like to change the message to:
“Just take a bite, to make sure it is real…before you eat it.”
And you know what I always say:
Eat well. Play more. Choose happy.
Let’s all, Go. Do that.
And … Go Team U.S.A.!