Here They Come
The Olympics are coming and I probably couldn’t care any less!
I go through this every time we have a set of games, summer or winter. Yes I hope our athletes get medals, yes I love my country, yes I know it’s a great stroke of luck to have been born here, yes I realize athletes sacrifice like crazy, yes I know it’s tradition, yes, yes, yes – but I still don’t really see what all the fuss has to do with me! Tell me when Canada wins a medal and I’ll be happy for us but I won’t be glued to any TV screens to watch the action. I sometimes get into hockey during Winter Games but nothing grabs me in the summer action. Women twirling long ribbons? Swimmers in synchronicity? Steroid-bloated runners running really fast in short bursts? Sorry, it doesn’t draw me in.
I have gotten caught up in some human dramas of Olympics past. But when Perdita Felicien went ass over teakettle I just thought, whatever. People choke all the time! So it goes. Her personal crisis is not my concern, really. If she has to wait four more years to fulfill her dream, how does this impact my life? And now she has a foot injury and will miss Beijing. Well, that is unfortunate but it’s not worth getting angst riddled about.
The Chinese hosts are now being accused of cheating by falsifying the ages of some competitors. Gee, a country known for ignoring human – not to mention animal – rights, trying to put one over on the world? Say it isn’t so, she says sarcastically.
It’s my wish that everyone fulfill their fondest goals and if that includes Olympic gold, more power to you. But just don’t expect me to get all sappy about it. After all, it’s your dream, not mine.
