Bode answers ‘What if?’ ‘I don’t regret anything’

Bode Miller was standing in the leader’s box, half-expecting bad

news. He didn’t have to wait long.

It came striding purposefully toward him in the person of Aksel

Lund Svindal, who grinned mischieviously and then stuck out his

right hand.

“You again?” Svindal laughed.

Well, yes.

What should have been a sweet story about the closing flourish

by an aging skier to cap one of the great careers in Olympic Alpine

history can’t be told without asking “What if?”

Because of Svindal’s blistering run down the mountain Friday in

super-G, what looked like a gold for Miller was downgraded to

silver. In the downhill four days earlier, the tall Norwegian

turned Miller’s silver into bronze in the same blink of an eye.

But those are tiny “what ifs” in Miller’s ski closet.

Skiers are forced to live on the edge, and not just

figuratively. But there are still plenty of things they can

control. At the Turin Games in 2006, Miller ran wild through the

streets and discos at night and squandered more talent in five days

of racing than most of his competitors could do in a lifetime.

He’s also revolutionized his sport, picked up four Olympic

medals and two World Cup titles and left his rivals gaping at his

victory margin or his recovery from mistakes that have crashed

almost anyone else.

“He doesn’t train all summer, he comes back and wins two

medals. Only Bode can do it,” laughed Marco Buechel of

Liechtenstein, the ski circuit’s elder statesman and, at 36, four

years older than Miller. “If I wouldn’t train all summer and come

back, I would crash every second gate. His way of skiing is unique.

His talent is immense. He deserves these medals.”

Yet asked about the Miller of four years ago, Buechel simply

shakes his head.

“Bode is Bode,” he replied. “If you tell him in the Olympics

at Torino, ‘Focus and do your best,’ I think sometimes he just does

the opposite, just for fun. Just because he doesn’t like


“He would have had a great chance there,” Buechel added. “He

did it his way and it didn’t work out. And I think he learned from


Miller says just the opposite. The closest thing he will

acknowledge to learning a lesson is the time he spent walking the

beaches in San Diego with his young daughter after walking away

from the sport a year ago. He got comfortable wearing sneakers

instead of ski boots. He couldn’t bring himself to admit he missed

skiing and swears he won’t the day he departs for good.

If you want stories about how he’s changed – how he ditched his

RV and became part of the U.S. team, how he gets nervous before

races instead of recounting the good times the night before – ask

somebody else.

“Why perform now?” Miller considers the question. “Because

most likely, it’s what I wanted to do.”

Even his father doesn’t buy that.

“I don’t know if it’s maturing so much as sorting out things. I

know how he felt in Torino. It wasn’t a last-minute thing,” Woody

Miller said. “It was a funky feeling he had from the summer on.

Ideally you’re looking forward to Olympics and really feeling

positive, but he was sort of dreading it. …

“I don’t totally understand what it was,” he added, “but it

was very deep and he was just burned out in a way, not from skiing

but from all the other things that went with it that he couldn’t

deal with.”

He won’t get a lot of sympathy.

It was Bode who courted the sponsors’ dollars, gave the

interviews for all those cover stories, and beat the drum more

loudly than he needed to. He was the one who boasted about skiing

drunk in a “60 Minutes” interview ahead of the Turin Olympics

because he reveled – and still does – in being provocative.

That was the reason why, after being shut out at the games he

was expected to dominate in 2006, Miller stood outside his RV in a

parking lot in Sestriere and talked of “an awesome two


“I got to party and socialize at an Olympic level,” he


OK, so he had fun. But at what price? Did he have any idea – or

care – what people were going to think about him? He was already

oh-for-the-Olympics and displaying less common sense than that.

“Nobody else can tell you what your quality of life is,”

Miller replied, “or should be.”

Four years later, walking away from the course in the fading

light of afternoon, I asked Miller if he’s thought of how things

might have turned out differently.

What if?

“When I look back,” he said, “I don’t regret anything. At

that moment, that was what was important to me.”

Something else matters to him now. I think he’s got something to


“I got beat down,” he said a moment later. “But I did


Jim Litke is a national sports columnist for The Associated

Press. Write to him at jlitke(at)