My father was pretty darn good at finding that one special interest of each child and using it as a gateway for the relationship. I was sort of The Creative One, so Dad always drew me pages and pages of odd shapes, and I would make something out of each one. Susan was into music, so Dad would listen to her favourite cuts on albums, and they'd talk about the songs. Patti, who was older and more serious, read huge books and followed The Politics, so they'd talk about that (and later Women's Lib, which confounded my father). My brother Bobby was into all kinds of sports, so that was their thing. They played catch, he coached Bobby in pitching, and now, both of them are in the local Sports Hall of Fame.
Let's just say that no one should ever expect to find me in any sports hall of fame anyplace for any reason ever. I am not, nor have I ever been, Sporty. I can remember in high school phys ed, standing in the outfield during softball, my teacher Ms. Sayre, screaming, "Nance, your ball! Coming right at you!" and me, standing there inspecting my nails, saying, "Uh huh. Okay," and stepping out of the way. (The only reason I was even in the outfield was because A) I didn't think anyone would hit it out there, and B) there was a little bit of shade from the shed nearby.
Playing sports is worky. And sweaty. I prefer working my fantasy basketball team and spectator sporting. Which leads us neatly into today's question:
Did you watch the Winter Olympics? Which events did you enjoy seeing the most?
I watched very little of the Sochi games, and even then it was because of the dreaded Nothing Else Is On Syndrome. What the heck has happened to Olympic coverage? Is it just me? Because I used to watch a ton of Olympic events, and not only when I was a kid, either. I remember watching the Lillehammer games devotedly. Now, Somebody In Charge decides what I am permitted to watch, and usually it is endless hours of stuff I Don't Care About or stuff That Is Kinda or Mostly Boring. Add to that the fact that, no matter where you go on the Interwebs or even broadcast television, they announce the results without any warning, and it's hard to care what happens when you finally do see it. If you do.
Admittedly, the Winter Games don't hold as much interest for me as the Summer Games do. I hate snow and winter so much that watching these people willingly cavort around out there actually irritates me. And makes me cold. And I get sick of hearing them talk about how lousy the snow is, or how bad the ice is, or how they've had to make snow and how much, and yada yada yada. Here's an idea: have the Winter Games in Northeastern Ohio where WE HAVE WINTER WHEN IT IS WINTER. D U H.
I like to watch luge, skeleton, and ski jump. I like some curling because it is Canadian and because it is so odd and befuddling. And because they wear such fun uniforms. Luge and skeleton scare the hell out of me because it's just a person and a sled. Period. At something like eighty miles an hour. Ski jumping is fun to watch for a little bit, and then it gets repetitive, so Rick and I practice our British and Australian accents and do our own commentary, inventing harsh penalties for minuscule infractions, and predicting horrible tragedies.
It's all very morbid and awful and we laugh like rabid hyenas the entire time. "Well, that's not getting him on the podium, Nigel. At least four tenths come off the top for that head position. Oh no, oh no! If he doesn't bring that tibia back into line right now, right now, his center of gravity will be too far forward and he's looking at an absolutely crushing faceplant. Oh my, what a tragedy, and after all the work he's put in since that terrible fall from the Ferris wheel last year."
Maybe the Games were overhyped; maybe they weren't hyped enough. I don't know. I do know I was glad when they were over. Rick was glad because then his ritual of watching Dr. Phil with a beer when he got home from work could resume and his TV schedule was back in order. I was glad, in part, because I don't like the word "Sochi." It sounds like a made-up Mama word for a pacifier.
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