“Oh. I don’t know,” I said after a moment. “I think he can do both.”
Cloud-ia was probably throwing shit at the monitor if she was watching. The interview sessions were broadcast within the arena on several Jumbotrons and also TVs backstage. Suddenly picturing my hommelyface on a monitor the size of a drive-in movie screen did nothing to calm my anxiousness.
“Mathias?” the reporter asked.
“I think I’m where I’ve always been. Obviously, I need to be a little better with the real superstars in the mix now.”
Was that a shot?
“If you don’t improve by tomorrow, it’s unlikely you will even make the team.”
Wait.I sat up straighter. That wasn’t true, was it? I knew he hadn’t been coming in second, because I had once or twice, to my new arch-nemesis, the four-time Olympic wannabe. There were only so many spots available for each event. Had I been in denial? I definitely didn’t want to think about going to Rio without Mathias.