The Olympics

Am I the only person out there not watching the Olympics?  I feel like a jerk.  Here it is, a wondrous event that only comes every 4 years and I can’t get myself to watch it.  Is it because it’s sports?  I dunno.  I’ve always marveled in the past and sat glued to the tv watching such craziness as synchronized swimming just because it was the Olympics.  Now, I can’t even turn on the TV.  I don’t know what’s going on.  Maybe it’s because it’s in China and that seems to have robbed it of it’s Olympic spirit.  It does seem like an oxymoron to me that it’s being held there.  Maybe it’s something else.

When I mentally think about watching gymnastics, wrestling, swimming, diving or even the running this year, I like the idea of watching it but it seems like too much effort to find it on the schedule.  To actually move over to the couch and turn on the TV seems like a lot of work.  Especially when there seems to be too much to do in real life.

Maybe that’s it.  Perhaps the writer’s strike cured me of my TV addiction.  We went so long with nothing on the boob tube that I forgot how to watch it.  Maybe I actually have gone out and gotten a life or something resembling it.  Maybe network executives did us all a favor by holding on tightly to their greed and refusing to pay royalties to writer’s.  In doing so, they seem to have liberated me.  It just sucks that I can’t enjoy the Olympics.  I’ll try to get into it.  It feels like it’s my civic duty to care.  So I’ll try.