Now, I’m only watching here in the States so bear with me, but are swimming and gymnastics the only sports in this thing? Because it’s so coincidental that those also happen to be the the sports where we’re winning lots of medals! I’m just going to go ahead and assume the US medal count is about a million by now.
I know, I know, it’s NBC and their emphasis on Americans. And those beach volleyball chicks in bikinis. But it begs the question: what are they showing in Canada where there haven’t been any medals won yet?
Lots of people have said to me, “ZOMG, Blake beat Federer! Blake is at the top of his game!” Maybe so, but your grandma could beat Federer these days. Don’t take my word for it, put your grandma on a flight to Beijing right now. If your grandma is David Nalbandian, don’t bother, he’s injured.
I also just read that a Swedish wrestler threw his bronze medal to the ground in disgust because he thought he was unfairly deprived of the gold. My favorite quote is this one.
“It’s all politics,” said Swedish coach Leo Myllari.
My God, everyone is always out to get the Swedes. I hear Swedes pretend to be Americans when they travel these days.
As I type this, I’m watching water polo (what, can’t a girl blog and watch sports during lunch?) which is not a thing you’ll find me viewing live or on TV in any other capacity outside the Olympics. Besides the adorable Teletubbie caps and the urge to yell Marco! Polo! every few minutes, why do I watch this stuff? It’s the human drama, people! The idea of waiting your whole life, training for four years, scrimping and sacrificing, missing life to spend five hours a day at the gym, having the support of your whole podunk town, traveling to Beijing, and getting disqualified for showing up for the wrong race.
Title comes from Talking Heads’ classic More Songs About Buildings and Food which could be my favorite album title of all time. But I don’t want to be a liar so I’ll just say, Michael Phelps eats 12,000 calories a day and looks better than I ever will. But I always get water up my nose when I swim, so I’m not jealous.