Nothing More "Olympics" Than Mongolian Wrestling Coaches Stripping In Protest Of An Official's Ruling
LBS- A pair of Mongolian wrestling coaches ripped off their clothes and refused to leave the mat over what they felt was unfair scoring that cost their man a bronze medal at the Rio Olympics on Sunday.
Mongolia’s Mandakhnaran Ganzoring was facing off with Uzbekistan’s Ikhtiyor Navruzov in Sunday’s bronze medal bout and appeared to have won, 7-6, according to Adam Kilgore of the Washington Post. Ganzoring went to celebrate with his coaches, but judges apparently docked him a point for leaving too early and another point somehow went up in favor of Navruzov.
And that's why we watch the Olympics folks. No, not to see some of East Asia's finest athletic trainers go 'Magic Ming' in front of a judge's table while in the midst of a Bobby Knight-esque temper tantrum, but to become cultured. If it weren't for a collection of obscure sports played between countries every four years, I would never know how Mongolians react when they feel like they have been slighted. Just when American dominance has become so commonplace that it's about to put you to sleep by way of a laughable Gold medal basketball game that was never in doubt, a couple of Mongolian wrestling coaches swoop in and carry the entertainment torch through to the Closing Ceremonies.
Honestly, I have no plans to travel to Mongolia anytime soon, but now if I do I won't be thrown off if random locals start stripping down to their skivvies in a fit of rage. At least I will have some understanding of what is going on. The language barrier will probably keep me from truly comprehending the hoodwinking at hand, but I could assume that it was a result of a transgression that equates to a last second loss of a Bronze medal. That might seem like a pretty inconsequential 'Did You Know?', but I bet there's a few world travelers that wish they learned that lesson before baring witness to what seemed like spontaneous nudity. Can't imagine that's something they cover in depth in Frommer's. "Piss off a passerby and he might throw the entirety of his outfit at you" is not something you worry about until you're international negligence causes you to take a Mongolian misstep and you're getting pelted with a kimono.
Well, safe to say that will never happen to me, my friends. I'll always know I fucked up if I make a trip Far East and see an athletic shoe flying in my general direction. Learning the values of other cultures is cool, but learning what sends them careening over the emotional edge is invaluable knowledge and I have the Olympics to thank for it.