I will not go into a post-Olympic downer. Nope, not me. Not
like every time since my first Olympics I became obsessed with back in 1984.
For weeks after the 1984 games ended I moped around the
house with nothing to watch on TV, and nothing to dream about. I spent the entire remaining summer,
after the closing ceremonies, begging my Mom to let me try out for my Junior
High’s Track and Field team the next school year. I knew that since we lived so
far out in the country there wouldn’t be a way for me to get home when the
after school practices were done. And no way I could make it to the meets.
Every four years I become obsessed with the games and
attempt to watch every televised event. I watch the Badminton, Lesbian
Kayaking, and the even the hours of team Volleyball. I memorize as many
athlete’s names as I can. I try to get their entire back-story, and find them
on Twitter. I quiz myself on the
number of points each athlete needs to reach the qualifying rounds. I feel what
they feel when they don’t win. I cheer when they do win.
For seventeen days I’m the biggest sports fan there
is, then it is over. To quote
Michael Phelps, quoting Dr. Seuss, “Don't cry because it's
over,
smile because it happened.
To quote Madonna quoting Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina. Fc
ReplyDeleteYou could plan a road trip back to Dallas in all your spare time now...
ReplyDeleteBadminton?
ReplyDeleteIt has made me very excited for the Olympics four years from now in Rio.
ReplyDeleteThere was an Olympics this year? Crap. I bet my DVR is full now.
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