Just got word that the International Olympic Committee has awarded the 2012 Olympics to London.

I am making my reservations now.

Now, there are a number of good reasons to pick London as the host city.

But the best reason is; it’s not Paris.

It’s not in France.

The people don’t speak French.

They don’t love Jerry Lewis or Woodyee Allen. And in a totally benevolent move, they took Madonna off our hands for free.

Parisian vendor selling half price Paris 2012 Olympic t-shirts

I’m sure the French are sour this morning, but really, how could you tell. They are always pissing and moaning about everything anyway.

Hell, they can’t even win their own bike race. They have done everything possible to make Lance Armstrong lose, and he’s out in front already.

The British kicked ass – and I am tickled pink. This was a big fight for the French, and they performed like Leon Spinks.

This is the third defeat for Paris in 20 years. The Frencheese haven’t hosted the games since 1924.

According to the mayor of Paris, Bertrand Delanoe, he’ll put all his energy into their recovery, so that they’ll know how to make something big and positive out of this ordeal.

Something big; they can probably do that. But something positive. Gimme a break.

Ole Sourpuss himself, Jack Chirac, made a personal appearance in Singapore on behalf of the French. They might as well have sent a 55 gallon drum of manure, or Hillary Clinton, who made sure New York made a quick exit a couple of weeks ago.

God love the British.

I have a few years to bone up on riding the “chube” (that’s British for tube or subway) and the Chuckster will probably be King by the time I get there. Maybe he’ll come to a seminar on Combat Conditioning or I could get my polo game on at the club.

I will be there. Maybe I’ll have a Combat Conditioning Olympics at the same time. I have a while to get the plan together, and I don’t have any sour grapes to get over.

Kick French butt – take names.

Matt Furey

P.S. On a humorous note, I got a letter that is pretty funny a couple of days ago.

Matt,

My name is Ron Slozat. I’ve either won or placed in the top three in the 1500m, 800m, and 5K run for the last 7 years in the Pennsylvania Senior Games.

I’m 58, and help coach at Shippensburg State College who won the track title three years in a row.

We love you for your great work, but the team and I drink lots of diet soda, and we are lean and mean.

We work hard, and have fun doing it.

We love your stuff.

The Diet Drinking Coach and Team

M.F.: Why fool with what works, right. I get it. Just remember though, you fall into the elite athlete category. You train hard. While you’d be better off to stop, it appears that it’s not hurting you NOW. I assure you it is.

Most important of all, for others who are trying to lose weight, I still say its poison. Fool the taste buds, fool the pancreas. Pancreas shoots out insulin, and people overeat.

More and more studies are concluding that aspartame is dangerous. Do a little Google work on aspartame and you’ll come to the same conclusion.

I’m stickin’ to my guns on this. As I state in the Furey Fat Loss Program drink a lot of water, and eat foods in as close to there natural state as possible.