It took over my life, filled in all the dead periods, and sucked all motivation out of me. I witnessed swimming, gymnastics, fencing (it ain't no three musketeers), table tennis (Oh phooey, just call it what it is: ping pong), badminton (Huh?!?), canoeing (what's next: competitive tent erecting?), and synchronized everything (and I mean everything). What a strange mix of activities. Here's a list of the sports contested. Slalom Canoe/Kayak?!? How did I miss that broadcast?!? Bows, guns, sculls, horses, ropes, hoops, clubs, discs, shots, javelins, balls, batons, foils, poles - innumeral types of sporting equipment. How do you ship a pole vault pole? That's what I want to know. Must be impossible to get it past the TSA not to mention getting it in the overhead bin.
The only time I left the house this week was for the concert and to walk the Homer - I managed to walk Homer every day - something I haven't done for months - poor guy. Sadly, the more sporting activities I watched, the less real activity I actually participated in.
I ended up watching more of the games this time than any other Olympics in my adult lifetime. Not sure why. It might have been the fact I got to go to the Olympic Swim Trials. They did spark my interest a little more. I'm not sure.
And now that the Olympic games are almost over, just as I caught a glimpse of freedom, along comes the Democratic and Republican Conventions. Not sure whats worse, sports coma or political catatonia. I'm a news junky and, unfortunately, so is the Wife. She can't save me from my obsession. But, like a junky who hates his life but can't resist getting that next fix, I will be planted in front of the 46" flat screen soaking up the political
P.S. Do you think that the London games will live up to their name: The Games of the XXX Olympiad? Just wondering.