GANGNEUNG, SOUTH KOREA – Sara Shuster holds her 2-year-old son in one arm and half of her husband's cheering section in the other.
One after another, they approach her for a hug. She keeps wiping tears from her eyes, the moment almost too surreal to believe. This can't be real. No way, this is a Hollywood script.
"Oh my gosh," she says.
Eight years ago, keyboard jerks had mocked her husband, John. They created an unflattering term to describe failing in pressure moments and attached his name to it. Thus, "Shuster" became a verb in the Urban Dictionary. He became a punch line. Screw something up and you Shustered it.
He heard it. His wife heard it. It wounded them deeply and made them question whether the pursuit was worth the heartache and torment.
Then he failed again four years later and his own organization kicked him to the curb. Told him he wasn't good enough. So long, pal. The Olympics aren't for you. Two strikes and you're out, apparently.
Now come back to the present, and this moment, as pure jubilation engulfs Sara. She's crying and hugging everyone and down below on the ice stands her husband.
John Shuster, Olympic champion.