Come on, we come out the factories, make-up and blue-white-red wigs, the patriotic mini-clicking, and especially its enthusiasm: here comes the time for laughter and songs, yes, but also paralympic games. Do not come and tell me that your enthusiasm is at the pressing, or that you forgot it on a motorway area between two sandwiches where the ham slices have the same price per square meter as the apartments with a view of the Eiffel Tower, and the same thickness as the scope and political dignity of the President in office.
Do not come and tell me either that without a performance all in feathers of Lady Gaga or all in amygdal and glitter of Céline Dion, the sport interests you that Bof Bof, in which case I will be tempted to think that physical activity has never been your dada. I know that among you, some and especially some have started to buy the newspaper L’Équipe every morning to read in three pages all the possible analyzes on a swimming race strained by Léon Marchand in forty-eight seconds. Yes, that makes a page every sixteen seconds, a page both breaths, because the parents of this man were also professional swimmers and, above all, his grandparents were sea turtles.
In short, keep this frenzy, because the Paralympic Games arrive! And if you were impressed by the performances of a Simone Biles, a Clarisse Agbegnenou or the little Pipou Félix Lebrun, have the fivefold of respect and admiration for their Paracollègues, who play sports while their bodies or life has played a villain.
Because people who are missing an arm, a hand, the view or one leg, there are many, of course. But people who are missing an arm, one hand, sight or a leg, and who say they are “Here, I’m going to kayak”when it is not “And if I was walking around 100 meters, but like very very quickly” or even “I have nothing planned in 2024, I only have to become an Olympic parabadminton champion”it does not run the streets. If you pass the expression to me.
In short, let’s be as many as possible to look at these hours of competition as we have been a few weeks ago. Let us keep this formidable energy which, for example, made the irrepressible desire to view basketball until nightfall.
So yes, it is true that the month of August spins, and that we move away a lot from the summer atmosphere full of naps and pastis, chipolatas and sand that is stuck in the line of the buttocks. Admittedly, in the meantime, the reality principle has recalled to us, whether by discovering our weights on the balance, the position of our bank accounts, or even the possibility of having Xavier Bertrand or Valérie Pécresse as first or Prime Minister.
Yes, it’s harder to open and live a parenthesis, when you have the rest of the keyboard and punctuation that awaits you at the turn. Yes, it’s harder to put a piece back in jukebox, but it must be said that enthusiasm is like blue painting on the body of Philippe Katerine. There is necessarily a little left somewhere. However, I don’t want to know where.
Come on, strongly on Monday.
