Olympic Kick in the Face

My house is full of sports. Whether it’s watching them or playing them, there is always something sport related happening. When the Olympics roll around every four years, we are glued to the tv. Some of the events are not a family favorite, so we watch previous ones again. One of them is the taekwondo portion, but my little brother Jason started lessons after the last Olympic games and has been waiting for this since then. So in honor of his enthusiasm for the sport, we watched it all together as a family.

We gathered around the TV and while I went to sit down in the recliner my brother darted underneath me and stole me seat.

“Jason! What are you doing?” I said almost yelling at my brother.

“Move your feet lose your seat loser.” my brother winned at me.

“Seriously, get up!” I yelled.

“No Amy you’re not the boss of me!” he yelled as he kicked his leg out to get me off of him.

My brother would do anything and everything to start a fight with me because he knew that my parents would choose his side. It either his way or no way. He is always jealous of me because I’m older and I get to do more things. So instead of igniting his tantrum I gave in a just sat on the floor. As the match started, it was easily visible that this was going to be an intense fight.

Angel Matos and Arman Chilmanov competed for the bronze medal. With 1:02 left of the match Matos swung his foot around and was down on the ground calling a timeout.

“Oh, what is this why is he taking so long?” My brother yelled at the screen.

“Calm down, dude, it’s just a time-out.” I said.

“ I know that, but if it's an injury called time-out you can only have a certain amount of time until you are disqualified.” my brother announced to my entire family.

Angel came back onto the floor but the ref was saying something to him we couldn’t understand. The sports announcers were not saying much of anything either.

“He’s too late!” Jason yelled at the tv. My brother had adapted the lovely quality of yelling at the tv when sports are on at a very young age. There was an announcement over the continued talking between the ref and Matos. It said something to the fact that his toe was broken so he couldn’t compete. There was bit of an awkward pause, then out of nowhere Matos kicked his foot straight into the referee's face.

“Did you see that? That was totally awesome!” my brother turned around and told us. “If Matos can kick things when he is mad then why can’t I? my brother said as he started to get up.

“Where are you going?” My mom said to my brother.

“Mom I want to be an olympic athlete so I think it’s time for me to start thinking like one.” My brother said with a weird look on his face. “You know what I hate cheetos!” my brother yelled as he kicked his foot over the table knocking the cheetos all over the floor. “You know what else I don’t like? The cat! Here kitty kitty!” He yelled even louder.

“Do not kick the cat!” our mother yelled.

“Oh, yeah no I’m going to my room.” I said as I lept off the couch. My brother was already running up the stairs as my poor mom was chasing behind him. Somehow my dad was still asleep on the couch. As I made it to the top of the stairs my brother was in my room. My mom really trying to call him down. He was kicking and thrashing. He really didn't like me. I guess he was trying to destroy my room but it just looked like he was moshing with himself.

“Dude what is your issue can you do this somewhere else?” I asked him. He stormed out and went into his room and locked the door. I think that's the only time my brother has ever listened to me. My mom doesn’t like locked doors but he wasn't destroying anything so she let it be.

Through my headphones I could hear him making his weird taekwondo noises. Every minute or so I would hear another HAA. He kept going until I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning I got ready and went down to eat breakfast to see my little brother with his taekwondo outfit on. He was just chilling there waiting to leave. I walked into the kitchen to get some cereal.

“You see what he is wearing don’t you?” I whispered in my moms ear.

“Yes.” My mom sighed.

“And you are gonna let him go to camp like this?” I asked.

“What can I do if I ask him to change he will probably kick me.” She whispered back. My dad walked down stairs and saw my little brother and he looked at him and laughed.

“Son, put on some real clothes.” My dad said to him.

“Father I am a soon to be Olympic athlete I must start thinking like one.” My brother said not making any eye contact.

“Oh no.” my mom and I said in sync. But to our surprise nothing happened.

“One day you will be but right now you are an 9 year old boy who is going to be late for summer camp.” my father said sternly to no response from my brother. “Why don’t you go upstairs and change buddy.” My father said trying the nice a approach.

“I will be going to camp today like this dad.” my brother said.

“Well then good luck canoeing in that, honey pack him an extra water bottle as he may get hot in his uniform.” my father said to my mom.

“You guys let him get away with everything!” I said under my breath.

“Amy he’s an 9 year old Olympic athlete what else can I do.” my mom said as she laughed.