Inexplicable Sporting Events And Olympic Inactivity

My week has been spent in an Olympic stupor. During the last two weeks I've watched sports that I would never acknowledge existed for the other 206 weeks.  Given the choice of posting and watching the 4x400m whatever, the race won every time.  How can you resist a racer named Bolt or  a skimpily clad rain soaked volleyballer named Misty.  Hey NBC, how about giving us another closeup of those signals?  I can never get enough of that.

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 lies oratory in splendiferous High-Def.  Resistance is futile.  *sigh*

P.S.  Do you think that the London games will live up to their name:  The Games of the XXX Olympiad?  Just wondering.