If you aren’t a sports fan, please forgive my blogs about the Olympics. For those of us who love nearly anything that has running or swimming or throwing, this is like a feast with every form of chocolate spread out in front of us for two weeks.
So, because I consider myself an expert having watched at least 1000 hours of coverage, here are a few observations.
First, I LOVE the British commentators. Anything they say sounds profound or terribly witty. Two examples:
During the second half of a close soccer game, the announcer said, “The Americas would rather fancy another goal or two.”
During another soccer game when a lot of tripping and shoving had started: “It’s getting a little chippy out there.”
Next observation and a question. When the amazing American women gymnasts were performing during the team final, one of the announcers (an American not a Brit) said, “When you’re in the presence of greatness, recognize it.” I reacted negatively. Although I do admire anyone who works hard to achieve, I’m not sure only being able to fly off a vault constitutes “greatness”.
I’d really like your opinions before it starts getting a little chippy here.
I love the Olympics. All together in one place for two marvelous weeks are my favorite sports–basketball, gymnastics, swimming, diving, track—as well as some I’ve never heard of and never foresaw that I’d watch. For example, I’ve watched the finals of women’s ten-meter air rifle. The first gold medal of the games went to China. I also watched table tennis because the US had a sixteen-year-old playing.
The problem? Because there’s so much on, I have far too many decisions to make. On Saturday morning, the first full day of coverage, the US women played basketball. Fifteen minutes later, the coverage of the US women’s soccer began. I watched soccer because I can do other stuff when soccer’s on. Sorry to offend any soccer fans, but they will show the soccer goals over and over whereas basketball goes really fast.
My husband says I would win the gold medal for TiVo-ing if there were one. I’m saving every minute of every event scheduled. Last week, to warm-up for the Olympics I erased 100 previously saved programs. The disk is now 75% empty and only 34 programs are still saved. They had to be great ones to survive the cut.
Every morning and evening, I study the upcoming events and decide which ones to record and which not to. George is unhappy with me because I didn’t save the beach volleyball with Brazil playing. I figure if he wants to watch gorgeous women in bikinis rolling in the sand, he can save that himself.
Do you watch the Olympics? If so, what are your favorite events? Do you record everything?
I hate using sports as a metaphor for life: it’s too easy and too cliched. On the other hand, I love sports, watch every minute of the Olympics I can find, buy packages for our cable service for college basketball, watch live events on my computer. Many years ago, before we could get University of Louisville basketball games on cable, my husband and I drove around Big Spring, Texas, searching for the clear channel coverage from nearly two-thousand miles away.
So, I rationalize. I do NOT use sports as metaphors for life. I use sports as EXAMPLES of just about anything.
For example: Last year, when American gymnast Sam Mikulak dismounted from a routine, he hit the mat so hard he broke both ankles. This year, he competed for and made the US Olympic team. That is PASSION! He must love gymnastics and competition to return to the sport which caused him such pain and months of rehab. On top of that, his ankles never had time to completely recover so there’s always pain, always the chance his ankle will go out.
Is there anything you love that much? Not me. Two broken ankles and I’m pretty much over that. Actually, a sprain would discourage me.
Well, that’s not completely true. I love to write. Because of scoliosis, sitting at a desk can be painful. I prop myself up on a pillow in a comfortable chair and have a jerry rigged foot rest–a pillow on top of a box–to lift my feet. Recently we purchased a wonderfully comfortable and supporting reclining chair with ottoman where I edit. Due to carpal tunnel, I have an ergonomic keyboard, a mouse pad with a soft cushion for my wrist, and a couple of wrist braces. And still I hurt but I have to write! I tell people I write so I don’t have to clean the oven and that’s partly true. I have no passion for wiping down counters or vacuuming but I do for writing.
What is your passion? What do you love to do more than anything else?