I know. A lot happened yesterday. More than I could cram into one silly little blog post that no one will see. I could sit here all day and tell you how awesome it was to be in that crowd, that Hayward went off like the fourth of July when Eaton crossed the finish line; that Lolo’s chastity is matched only by her guts and two Olympic berths; that my ears are still ringing from the fury and raw energy the fans unleashed yesterday, but that would all be moot, because the news of the night is the women’s 100m.

According to the timing folks, whose job it is to time things with computers and stuff, Allyson Felix and Jeneba Tarmoh crossed the finish line at exactly the same time. A dead tie. A dead heat. People are pulling their teeth out they’re so shocked.

The big question, now, is what do we do? How do we fix this, and what is the USATF going to do to figure it out? It’s really a decision of sending one of these girls to London and one of them to a sad pint of Hoggen Daz and tepid bath water.  Now I know I’m only a Flotrack intern, but I have a few very valid, well thought out suggestions on how to choose. They are enumerated below:

1. Run off. I think this is everyone’s favorite option. Here’s how it plays out in my head: Tarmoh and Felix meet on the track at midnight on the last day of competition. The staff has draped everything except lanes 3 and 4 in black velvet. Fog machines ensconce the infield with a thick layer of mist as Metallica’s ‘Enter Sandman’ is blaring over the PA. The lights are shut off and the only thing illuminating the track are two huge spotlights on each of the ladies. Everyone in the crowd will be silent and holding sparklers. The gun goes off, and the rest will be history.

2. Something completely unrelated to track and field. A paper airplane throw. A hot dog eating contest. Arm Wrestling. Balloon animal making. A round of cribbage. Pebble gathering. Glass blowing. Crocheting. Funnel cake. It needs to be something arbitrary to make it fair. These ladies ran the exact same time at the meet to qualify for the Olympics, asking them to replicate a performance like that would be cruel.

3. Vote. Let the people decide. This is a democracy isn’t it? And aren’t they competing to represent ME and MY FELLOW AMERICANS in London (this high rhetoric is really getting me going)? The answer to all of those questions is yes. I want them up on soapboxes on either end of the track pleading-- nay preaching!--their cause. Then you can cast your votes in the middle of the track where Vin Lanana will be wearing a funny hat and holding a monkey on a leash.  

Thus concludes my list. Feel free to email it to the higher ups at the USATF and US Olympic Committee. Maybe they use one of them, maybe they don’t. But hopefully it will get the ball rolling for them and by the time the trials are over we can figure out how to get these girls to foggy, foggy London Town.

Until next time…