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This is the last I'm going to say about this whole controversy/mess/accusations/whatever you want to call it. Unless something really big happens. This is IT.
I am so sick of having this at the back of my mind. I am so sick of the accusations. I am so sick of the media trying to make me into something I'm not.
The media...they do so many things. They invade your privacy. They attempt to take away your dignity. They hunt you down, and don't rest until they have been proven right, whether the information is accurate or not. They take away so much. They take away your fans' respect for you. I got tired of going to the guestbook on official site really quickly after the "scandal"...the people who defended us made me so happy, but there were so many who shot us down. Said they'd lost so much respect for me. Said they used to admire me but now they are SO disappointed in me. I'm sick of having that feeling. I can be having fun and put it out of my mind. But once the fun stops, the accusations come rushing back to my thoughts. I am so tired emotionally. I am innocent, I did not help fix the competition so that we would win. And if I was to fix it, wouldn't you think I would fix it so Babs and Mauri would be off the podium? You know we're...not exactly the best of friends!
So here are the facts.
Did I know Mr. T?[I can't spell his name, hehe] Sort of. We had met. We had talked a few times. BUT NOT ABOUT MY SKATING AT THE OLYMPICS!
Did I know his daughter? We had met once or twice. I've heard everything from "Marina and his daughter are best friends" to no mention of her at all.
Did my mother help? No. She wouldn't do something like that.
At the Olympics, we were there for once purpose: to skate our best and hopefully win. And we did skate our best. If I *had* helped fix the results, I would have called Mr. T. right after the Original Dance and told him that his help was not necessary. 8 out of 9 judges placed us first in that dance, we got 5.9's all across the board for presentation. Why would I have been worried? I knew that our free dance was very technically difficult, pretty much automatically raising our technical mark.
What you saw on that night: We went out and warmed up. We got into the opening pose. We skated. We skated our hearts out. Then it was over. We hugged and I cried and he dried my tears. We got our marks...and then we waited. And then we won. What really happened? We went out and warmed up. We got into the opening pose. We skated. We skated our hearts out. Then it was over. We hugged and I cried and he dried my tears. We got our marks...and then we waited. And then we won.
Those were real tears, FYI.
So...there you have it. The story. What I really don't understand is, the whole thing is built on the fact that the French and Russians traded votes, right? And that the Russian judge would give her first-place ordinals to us? She gave her first-place ordinals to Irina and Ilia.
Draw your own conclusions...I'd like to move on now.
I am so sick of having this at the back of my mind. I am so sick of the accusations. I am so sick of the media trying to make me into something I'm not.
The media...they do so many things. They invade your privacy. They attempt to take away your dignity. They hunt you down, and don't rest until they have been proven right, whether the information is accurate or not. They take away so much. They take away your fans' respect for you. I got tired of going to the guestbook on official site really quickly after the "scandal"...the people who defended us made me so happy, but there were so many who shot us down. Said they'd lost so much respect for me. Said they used to admire me but now they are SO disappointed in me. I'm sick of having that feeling. I can be having fun and put it out of my mind. But once the fun stops, the accusations come rushing back to my thoughts. I am so tired emotionally. I am innocent, I did not help fix the competition so that we would win. And if I was to fix it, wouldn't you think I would fix it so Babs and Mauri would be off the podium? You know we're...not exactly the best of friends!
So here are the facts.
Did I know Mr. T?[I can't spell his name, hehe] Sort of. We had met. We had talked a few times. BUT NOT ABOUT MY SKATING AT THE OLYMPICS!
Did I know his daughter? We had met once or twice. I've heard everything from "Marina and his daughter are best friends" to no mention of her at all.
Did my mother help? No. She wouldn't do something like that.
At the Olympics, we were there for once purpose: to skate our best and hopefully win. And we did skate our best. If I *had* helped fix the results, I would have called Mr. T. right after the Original Dance and told him that his help was not necessary. 8 out of 9 judges placed us first in that dance, we got 5.9's all across the board for presentation. Why would I have been worried? I knew that our free dance was very technically difficult, pretty much automatically raising our technical mark.
What you saw on that night: We went out and warmed up. We got into the opening pose. We skated. We skated our hearts out. Then it was over. We hugged and I cried and he dried my tears. We got our marks...and then we waited. And then we won. What really happened? We went out and warmed up. We got into the opening pose. We skated. We skated our hearts out. Then it was over. We hugged and I cried and he dried my tears. We got our marks...and then we waited. And then we won.
Those were real tears, FYI.
So...there you have it. The story. What I really don't understand is, the whole thing is built on the fact that the French and Russians traded votes, right? And that the Russian judge would give her first-place ordinals to us? She gave her first-place ordinals to Irina and Ilia.
Draw your own conclusions...I'd like to move on now.