Olympic Musings, Part I
I love the Olympics. They are grandiose, and ridiculous, and replete with the kinds of stirring back stories that first drove my interest in sports. Micheal Phelps, part fish. Dara Torres, post-40 super-mom. Various 10-year-old Chinese girls winning gold after gold after gold. Amanda Beard, naked again. Okay, maybe not so inspired by the last one.
Plus, you can see people who have devoted their entire lives to astonishingly obscure sports: the weary hubby was amazed on day 1 to see medals awarded in what looked like an Olympic BB gun competition. And best of all, my new favourite sport, synchronized diving! It's like the diving team got drunk one night and invented a new sport!
I can't resist watching to see if Phelps can beats Spitz's record. Perhaps someday, they will both be surpassed by someone whose last name doesn't sound like phlegm. Dare to dream.
Plus, you can see people who have devoted their entire lives to astonishingly obscure sports: the weary hubby was amazed on day 1 to see medals awarded in what looked like an Olympic BB gun competition. And best of all, my new favourite sport, synchronized diving! It's like the diving team got drunk one night and invented a new sport!
I can't resist watching to see if Phelps can beats Spitz's record. Perhaps someday, they will both be surpassed by someone whose last name doesn't sound like phlegm. Dare to dream.
posted by Jen @ 2:23 p.m.
1 Comments:
At 9:07 p.m.,
Anonymous said…
We heart the diving as well!! love it! where else can you get judged on the amount of splash you make.
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