I confessed a few weeks ago about certain artistic endeavors I took on. Now, I have a new confession:
I don’t really like the summer Olympics.
splat! crash! plop! (sounds of rotten vegetables being thrown at me)
The End.
Why, you ask, is Wendy such a traitor to this great land of ours? (that was your question, right?) Well, I had hoped that Project Runway episode would have excited me about the Games, but no, apparently not.
I like the winter Olympics just fine. It’s snowy and pretty. There’re hockey players, skiing, and the ICE DANCING! I can tap into all my time spent as a youth watching Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly movies (oops, my girly-girl is showing). They didn’t have ice dancing when I was a kid (I don’t think) but I’m sure my skating lessons in elementary school were heading me in that direction. What ever happened to that as my career? I asked my mother that a few years ago.
“Oh, I don’t know. I probably got tired of driving you there,” said mom. Future greatness dashed.
But summer Olympics, there’s what? Track and field. Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhh. Look, I can’t run fast. I’m built for slow. Possible endurance, but slow. I’m the one you want with you in bear country. The thrill of track left with FloJo. She’s not in the Olympics now, is she?
What else you got for Olympic gold? Basketball. Mmmmmmm. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I could watch that other times of the year.
Diving? Is a sport you HAVE to watch on slo-mo replay really meant for tv watching? And there’s that *SPLAT* sound which reminds me of too many belly flops from my youth.
Other sports? Did you know there’s trampoline this year? How did a warm-up routine for the REAL SPORTS become a competition in itself? Next, it will be stretching and taping. Although gymnasts might already be doing that on the floor routine. That’s tape they’re waving around, right? How about carbo-loading as a sport? I might like to see that.
I want to like the Olympics. I read about all of you out there glued to your sets, rooting and absorbed. I wish I felt that way.
Olympics, I’m just not that into you.
What am I missing? Is there an Olympic sport that’s awesome this summer? (we’re talking sports, NOT just oogling the hot bods!)
Or, are you secretly like me??
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I only watch the horses…but that’s because I’ve been watching all these riders for years. The rest…boring.
And who decided badminton, bowling, trampoline jumping and synchronized swimming were SPORTS? Come on. Badminton and trampoline jumping are best done drunk at a backyard bbq. Next thing you know they’ll be adding sumo wrestling and bocce ball.
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Pssst. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m not glued to my set either! That’s probably why I haven’t done a blog post about it yet…
I have watched a little of this and that… swimming, cycling, gymnastics. But I couldn’t really tell you the names of any of the competitors (except Michael Phelps because it seems ANY Olympic coverage mentions him).
Maybe I would watch more if it wasn’t on in the middle of the night! But then again… maybe not.
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You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t absolutely love the Olympics?? Oh. My. Graciousness.
ssshhhh. *whispering* Me neither. I thought I was the only one.
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I haven’t watched any of it.
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Oh. All of your comments are making me die a little inside.
I love the Olympics so much that even though I have TIVO and can watch it the next day, I have stayed up every night to watch NBC’s coverage. I watched all of the nationals and trials over the past couple of months. And I’ll be doing the same thing in two years with the Vancouver games.
Go ahead and judge me.
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I REALLY REALLY hope stretching and taping makes it to the 2012 games. Now that’s something I could train for.
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