I’ve been staying up past my bed time watching the Olympics. As I sit on the couch eating Swedish Fish and watching teenagers who dedicate their lives to being stellar athletes, several thoughts come to mind.
I get nervous. I wince every time a diver takes a leap, fearing that I’ll witness an Olympic athlete smack the shit out of his or her face. Feeling embarrassed for people makes me uncomfortable.
I also get nervous for the swimmers when they’re on the block minutes for the race starts. It takes me back to my belly-flopping/thigh-slapping days when I was a swimmer in high school. I never mastered the off-the-block dive.
Cut Michael Phelps a GD break – seriously. Every time a swimming event is on, I hear a commentator say something along the lines of “Oh geeze, Phil, Michael Phelps just isn’t what he used to be.”
Shut up, please.
He’s here to become the most decorated Olympian in history – and because his mother belongs on Dance Moms: Swim Team Edition and is all about a free vacation.
I get annoyed when my favorite events aren’t on. I appreciate the level of dedication and skill of every athlete in the Olympics – but if it’s not swimming, diving, or gymnastics (minus the floor routines – snore) then I don’t want to see it.
Finally, I’ll let last night’s Facebook status speak for itself.
All of these answers cracked me up!
- Feel free to weigh in on my Facebook status Qs (Phelps and divers)
- What’s your favorite event(s) to watch?