It is Olympic season, the biggest international athletic event televised, and I have become the biggest couch potato in order to watch them. While it isn't on 24/7 in my home, it is on every evening and weekends. Yes, I am even sacrificing my Downton Abby time slot to watch men and women hurtle themselves down mountains and over patches of ice.
Spending so much time as a couch blob worthy of a gold medal has stimulated a handful of obscure observations.
- Despite the cold season, most winter Olympic sports are performed in skin tight body suits or barely-there sequined costumes. My gut tells me Olympians don't have the same psychological hurdles to overcome that I have when it's time to go swimsuit shopping.
- Is it a prerequisite for female Olympic snowboarders and skiers to be radiantly beautiful and have great teeth? (I haven't noticed the men so much. Honest hubby!)
- Shaun White cleans up real nice. (OK, so I noticed one man.)
- I have an appreciation for medal winners who are thrilled to get Bronze.
- Despite the hours of watching, I haven't seen NBC show one medal ceremony.
- The biggest winners are also the biggest risk takers. Sometimes it pays off, sometimes it/s disastrous, but at least they give it their all.
- Winning isn't all about skill; it is also about the mistakes of your opponent. (I learned this long ago in my high school tennis "career"-- except I wasn't on the winning side.)
- I don't care what part of the world you live in, you gotta feel a little bad this happened...and hope that the guy in charge of snowflake #3 isn't making his bed in the gulag now.
- I heard the Russians spliced the successful five-ring moment in dress rehearsal into the broadcast for their own country. Can't say that I blame them.
Anyone want to add their own?