There are bad manners, and then there are really bad manners.
I just set my USMS record of 2:04.97 for men 55-59 in the 200 yard butterfly on April 11th. Today, at masters nationals, Brad Horner beat that record with a time of 2:03.18.
My record was only six weeks old! It was a cute little neonate of a record, with big eyes and darling dimples and such an innocent, helpless expression on its face. And that spoilsport had to come along and kill it in its infancy.
It was like clubbing a baby seal.
I suppose it could have been worse. Horner was capable of beating the record by an embarrassing margin, but didn't, mostly because he paced it poorly. So I don't feel that bad: if you sorta squint your eyes, it looks as if he only beat it by a second.
But I'm still officially in mourning.