Notes on the Olympics

So, I'm watching the Olympics. It's somewhat of a return for me. I haven't watched the Olympics in years. I was even in Australia during the 2000 games and I hid in the outback. But when I was a kid I loved the Olympics, my dream was to be a luger. Not just because it is one of the coolest sports in the world but because America really sucked at the luge when I was a kid and it was the one Olympic sport that most of the athletes didn't even start until they were over 18. I figured I had a shot. I was wrong. Still haven't luged yet, but I will, one day.

I figured that the Opening Ceremonies would be huge, seeing how it was being put on by China, a communist country (and we know they know how to put on a publicity show) as well as the country that invented fireworks. I was right. It was spectacular although I do feel that all of the elements could have been shortened by at least two-thirds. But that's just me.

Another delightful benefit of the opening ceremonies... the flag bearer from England. All I have to say is all you English boys that I have loved and lost... screw you, you have been replaced by my love of Mark Foster. Wow, is he a good-looking English boy (man). He's probably posh though. Well, he doesn't need to talk so that's fine.

So, really, I've been sucked in by the promise of seeing gorgeous attractive men. It's petty and immature and not very intelligent but I'm going to keep watching. Especially the swimmers.

Alright I need to go before this gets dirty.