I am an addict.
My drug of choice...the 2008 Olympics.
Did you people see the opening ceremonies?! If you didn't, you missed out. I'm still awe struck by some of the things they did. It was a perfect prelude to the Games. (Although, at times, I felt as if I was being brainwashed by some ancient power via the chanting and mysteriously soothing tones of the ghostly aria.)
I just can't get enough. I've already blotted out these next few weeks of normal activity so I can dedicate my attention to smoggy Beijing and the likes of Micheal Phelps and Kelly Kretschman.
I record as much of the Games as I can...while I'm sleeping, while I'm awake. Hours upon hours. And then I watch 'em all day until I run out of coverage. This is, of course, the only way to watch them. That way I can fast forward through all the blah-blah commentary and some of the more boring games...
Luckily, fencing got out of the way at the very beginning. (Kudos to the USA for sweeping the medals!) And as far as I can tell, the cycling is over--how long can a person sit and watch people riding bikes!? Show me the beginning, maybe a snip-it or two of the middle (like if someone wipes out, like the one chick did), and the finish...and call it a day Bob! I just have to say that I'm thankful, and grateful, and even feel a little blessed that golf is not a sport they think is fitting for the Summer Olympics. Of course, the walking portion of the Olympics is yet to come, (yes, it really is on The Schedule for people to race while walking)...I'm strangely curious about this one and will be watching, for a few seconds anyway, to see how riveting it could possibly be.
I find the empty spaces of my thoughts filled with the Olympic theme. And it gets me pumped! What if we all heard this theme blasted through the gargantuan speakers of life? We would accomplish the greatest things! What if it was the first thing we heard as we got out of bed?? Think of the diseases we would cure and the evil we would conquer!
Oh, I am a happy, happy, Olympic fool.