Someone take my temperature. I think I have Olympic Fever.
It’s official. I have “Olympic fever.”
I realized this last night when I found myself sitting front of the TV, watching short track speed skating and men’s downhill skiing. Do I normally care about short track speed skating or men’s downhill skiing? No way. But I watched it last night because I love the Olympics. I don’t even like sports. Every other sport just irritates me, but I will watch just about anything as long as it’s associated with the Olympics. I mean, when the last summer Olympics were on in 2004, I watched shooting. In any normal setting, that would be about as interesting as watching… well, shooting. But since it was on the Olympics, it was cool! USA! USA! USA!
I think that’s part of it, you know- the patriotic aspect of it. I will be perfectly happy sitting down to watch women’s doubles luge as long as there are some Americans involved. I am normally the cynic’s cynic when it comes to flag- waving: I hate it. I love America, but we’re not the only nation in the entire world, and we’re not the only nation that God blesses (you don’t hear the Canadians saying “God bless Canada,” do you?) But there is something about one of our athletes standing on that podium, listening to the “Star Spangled Banner” being played as the flag is raised in their honor that gets me every time. So maybe I’m not as cynical as I thought.
In related news, I almost cried when I heard on the news that Michelle Kwan had dropped out of the figure skating competition. I love her! When I was growing up, I was a figure skating junkie. I knew all the names of all the skaters from all the different countries. I knew what all the jumps were called and I knew what they looked like. When I played Barbies, my Barbies were always either figure skaters or gymnasts, depending on whether it was winter or summer (I had a similar obsession with gymnastics.) To some extent, this obsession has not gone away. I even watched Skating with Celebrities once, because Kurt Browning was on there, and he was always my favorite. I also vowed to never watch it again because that was the night that he and his partner got kicked off the show. So, to make a long story short, I don’t even know who I will cheer for now that Michelle Kwan isn’t in the competition. I don’t have the … relationship, if you will, with the other female skaters. I can’t just change my loyalties like that. So, Michelle, if you are somehow reading this (not bloody likely,) I’m sorry about your injury, and it doesn’t matter to me that you didn’t win the gold medal. You’re the best!
Even though I have Olympic Fever, it still didn’t stop me from watching Grey’s Anatomy last night. I mean, Meredith had her hand on a bomb. The only way that I wouldn’t have watched that was if there had been a tornado or an earthquake or something, taking out TV reception. And even then, I probably would have perched on my roof with a coat hanger and the VCR taping Grey’s Anatomy down in my apartment. Also, the leader-of-the-bomb-squad-person was Kyle Chandler, when used to be on Early Edition, which I also loved. I think he’s about the most handsome person alive. Too bad he got blown up in the end. I don’t know why I love Grey’s Anatomy so much. Maybe it’s just my long and well-documented obsession with hospital shows (I watched Chicago Hope until it was cancelled, I watched ER until right after Mark Greene died, and now I’m stuck on House and Grey’s Anatomy.) Maybe it’s my love of soap-opera-ey, melodramatic drama (I was raised on Guiding Light and As the World Turns.) Maybe it’s just Patrick Dempsey. Whatever it is, I love that show. Tomorrow night, the Olympics will also be on hold, at least between eight and nine o’clock, because that is when House is on. I have to have my Hugh Laurie of the week.
Anyway. That’s all I’ve got. Now that Annie is over, maybe I’ll be able to blog a little more. On my agenda for today: doing all the laundry that has accumulated over the last month, cleaning the kitchen, scooping the cat’s litter box (ew, ew, ew) and picking up the living room. Till later,
Brianne <><
I realized this last night when I found myself sitting front of the TV, watching short track speed skating and men’s downhill skiing. Do I normally care about short track speed skating or men’s downhill skiing? No way. But I watched it last night because I love the Olympics. I don’t even like sports. Every other sport just irritates me, but I will watch just about anything as long as it’s associated with the Olympics. I mean, when the last summer Olympics were on in 2004, I watched shooting. In any normal setting, that would be about as interesting as watching… well, shooting. But since it was on the Olympics, it was cool! USA! USA! USA!
I think that’s part of it, you know- the patriotic aspect of it. I will be perfectly happy sitting down to watch women’s doubles luge as long as there are some Americans involved. I am normally the cynic’s cynic when it comes to flag- waving: I hate it. I love America, but we’re not the only nation in the entire world, and we’re not the only nation that God blesses (you don’t hear the Canadians saying “God bless Canada,” do you?) But there is something about one of our athletes standing on that podium, listening to the “Star Spangled Banner” being played as the flag is raised in their honor that gets me every time. So maybe I’m not as cynical as I thought.
In related news, I almost cried when I heard on the news that Michelle Kwan had dropped out of the figure skating competition. I love her! When I was growing up, I was a figure skating junkie. I knew all the names of all the skaters from all the different countries. I knew what all the jumps were called and I knew what they looked like. When I played Barbies, my Barbies were always either figure skaters or gymnasts, depending on whether it was winter or summer (I had a similar obsession with gymnastics.) To some extent, this obsession has not gone away. I even watched Skating with Celebrities once, because Kurt Browning was on there, and he was always my favorite. I also vowed to never watch it again because that was the night that he and his partner got kicked off the show. So, to make a long story short, I don’t even know who I will cheer for now that Michelle Kwan isn’t in the competition. I don’t have the … relationship, if you will, with the other female skaters. I can’t just change my loyalties like that. So, Michelle, if you are somehow reading this (not bloody likely,) I’m sorry about your injury, and it doesn’t matter to me that you didn’t win the gold medal. You’re the best!
Even though I have Olympic Fever, it still didn’t stop me from watching Grey’s Anatomy last night. I mean, Meredith had her hand on a bomb. The only way that I wouldn’t have watched that was if there had been a tornado or an earthquake or something, taking out TV reception. And even then, I probably would have perched on my roof with a coat hanger and the VCR taping Grey’s Anatomy down in my apartment. Also, the leader-of-the-bomb-squad-person was Kyle Chandler, when used to be on Early Edition, which I also loved. I think he’s about the most handsome person alive. Too bad he got blown up in the end. I don’t know why I love Grey’s Anatomy so much. Maybe it’s just my long and well-documented obsession with hospital shows (I watched Chicago Hope until it was cancelled, I watched ER until right after Mark Greene died, and now I’m stuck on House and Grey’s Anatomy.) Maybe it’s my love of soap-opera-ey, melodramatic drama (I was raised on Guiding Light and As the World Turns.) Maybe it’s just Patrick Dempsey. Whatever it is, I love that show. Tomorrow night, the Olympics will also be on hold, at least between eight and nine o’clock, because that is when House is on. I have to have my Hugh Laurie of the week.
Anyway. That’s all I’ve got. Now that Annie is over, maybe I’ll be able to blog a little more. On my agenda for today: doing all the laundry that has accumulated over the last month, cleaning the kitchen, scooping the cat’s litter box (ew, ew, ew) and picking up the living room. Till later,
Brianne <><
posted by Brianne @ 9:27 AM
2 Comments:
At 3:49 PM,
J. M. Richards said…
Olympic Fever? Incredible. I never knew that aout you. I simply had no idea. I didn't even know you watched Grey's Anatomy! Are we that out of touch?? CALL ME!! (Okay, enough dramatics. I have to watch Fraser speak Klingon at his son's bar mitzvah.)
At 8:26 AM,
Anonymous said…
You silly girl. Why watch shooting on the Olympics when you can just get a gun and shoot stuff yourself? That's what I do. You can have your own biathalon event. Now go scoop that litter box. Scoop it good. Stupid cat.
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