Tempers flared yesterday at the IBC/MCP security check point when higher ups decided the credential used for weeks to access the Olympic Village was insufficient. Unbeknown to anyone, a sticker on the credential was required. Naturally, reporters and broadcasters trying to get to work were thoroughly displeased at the newly imposed requirement. Michael Lee, Washington Post, missed the US women's basketball press conference. Patrons screamed into their cell phones and at security officers who had no idea how to handle the rowdy crowd. No one possessed the red or green stickers that they didn't know they needed, and no one knew where to obtain one.

Finally, a large group burst through the checkpoint, unable to shirk their professional responsibilities any longer. More security arrived as crowds on both sides of the gate amassed, including camera crews and photogs who'd been hipped to the tumult. The entire time, I'm thinking to myself, this is probably not the group of people you want to subject to nonsensical, last minute changes of plans, the vessels of Olympic representation to the world.

I must not have been the only one thinking that, because as quickly as the camera crews descended on the mob, they began letting folks through. Swarms of people breached the gates voicing their pissed relief with disgruntled finally!'s and thank you!'s.

An event foreshadowing the timbre of the Games? Perhaps. Regardless, I couldn't help my next rumination: a very slow and pronounced oh shit.