A bit over thirty two years ago, I was on my honeymoon. The Olympics were underway. Normally I followed them closely, watching as much as I could. That summer, however, I had other things on my mind.
During the years between then and now, I’ve enjoyed watching the Olympics but I long for the days of old, the years when professional athletes weren’t allowed to compete. That was what made it so special when the USA won, especially when our hockey team beat the USSR.
These days, it just isn’t quite the same. During the past several years, my interest in following the games has been pretty much like that summer in 1984. (That sounds like something strangely Orwellian…)
Because I can’t sleep and because there is nothing on TV, I’m watching the Olympics and I’m struck with two thoughts. My first thought has to do with the current competition: gymnastics. It’s something I’ve thought of often through the years: How on earth is it possible for these girls to do the things they do? Even when I was in my 20s and in way better shape, I could not conceive of performing the feats these girls do. They defy gravity. I do not understand how it is physically possible to do some of the things they do.
My second thought has to do with a commercial they aired. How is boxing an Olympic sport? It shouldn’t, in my opinion, be a sport at all. It is barbaric. It does not show strength. What it shows is who has a harder head and who can hold out from passing out due to a concussion first.
My last random thought of the evening: If eating were an Olympic event, I’d qualify easily. Perhaps I need to change that to a different goal.