Hooray for the Olympics!

I am not a sportsy person by any means. I don't watch sports on tv...in fact my hubby's obsession with the NFL is just a great excuse for me to take Sunday afternoon naps in the Fall. (I'm looking forward to it. *hehe*) But for some reason, every two years I become a bit fanatical about the very thing I could normally snooze through. Yes folks...I'm an Olympic nut. From the opening ceremonies on, I absorb as much Olympic coverage as I possibly can!

Perhaps it's the reminiscent factor. I can still see myself rollerskating around our unfinished basement on Eagle Lake Court, pretending I was a graceful figure skater. (I was pretending to be GRACEFUL, first and foremost. I had quite an imagination.) And every year when I watch the opening ceremonies, I remember the years past when we would gather in the living room and watch it as a family. And then there was the 1994 Winter games in Lillehammer, Norway. My sister and I were particularly obsessed with the Olympics that year! From the Tonya Harding/Nancy Kerrigan scandal and that beautiful little angel on ice, Oksana Baiul, to the exciting speed skater Johann Olav Koss...we collected magazines and newspaper clippings and gobbled up all the information we could find.

Or maybe it's the feeling of being part of something bigger. The idea that I'm included in the excitement as the entire world is tuned into the games. Since I don't often follow world politics or even national news to that big of a degree, maybe it's being "in the know" on something so important that makes me feel fulfilled.

Then again, it could just be the chance to watch and learn about unfamiliar sports. Although I confess, I do more watching than learning. I sat through an entire game of women's water polo yesterday while scrapbooking and I still haven't a clue what a "power play" is. :) And then Jeremy and I watched women's handball. What a crazy concoction that is! Like a combination of basketball, softball AND soccer. It was interesting, to say the least! I have to admit, the only sport I've turned the channel from so far during this Olympics was basketball. Is that strange? Why watch the mundane when I could watch synchronized DIVING? WooHOO!!! :)

So in closing (whoops...forgot I was blogging and not writing an essay! *haha*) I bring you this video. Painful? Absolutely. Warped to laugh at? You betcha. But I like to believe that all of these poor souls made it out alive and with a great story to tell. :)