the Olympics
We've been watching for a week now and I've contemplated several different topics to post on.
I could write plenty about the opening ceremony which I found impressive, to say the least.
I like the dresses that the women at the medal ceremonies wear, but it's not a whole post. Without the drama and crazy costumes of the ice sports I find myself spending more time seeing the athletes and less time looking at their shorts - though I could say a few things about the beach volleyball uniforms.
There are plenty of funny/snarky photos on the web...
Here's a shot of Michael Phelps you won't see every day.
Worthy of a caption contest. I'll pass.
Some kind of ass-hug. Obviously.
I won't say anything funny about water polo. Many staunch water polo supporters read this blog. Who knew.
So, yes, plenty to work with if I were writing a "funny post" (be happy I spared you the shots of the hairy wrestler and the weight lifter with the horribly broken arm) but, as I scanned the web for "funny" shots I found that I wasn't in the mood.
It's this kind of shot that moves me now.
Mr. Phelps, of whom far too much is written and speculated, but whose only contact with his mom last week was to hand her his flowers.
A very sweet moment of victory.
After making fun of the American fencer's facial expressions and exaggerated victory howls for an hour, I am touched by this hug.
Awed by her speed.
Stunned by their skill.
Delighted that she is older, amazed by her endurance.
Proud for their country.
And what of my Tuvaluan team?
Not a photo to be found. I've searched high and low and researched their names and found very little.
No one expected them to medal, but I haven't even seen a story about this being their first year competing.
Perhaps my Australian friends have...
It's not over yet, so there's still time for me to poke fun.
Right after I wipe the tears away.
I could write plenty about the opening ceremony which I found impressive, to say the least.
I like the dresses that the women at the medal ceremonies wear, but it's not a whole post. Without the drama and crazy costumes of the ice sports I find myself spending more time seeing the athletes and less time looking at their shorts - though I could say a few things about the beach volleyball uniforms.
There are plenty of funny/snarky photos on the web...
Here's a shot of Michael Phelps you won't see every day.
Worthy of a caption contest. I'll pass.
Some kind of ass-hug. Obviously.
I won't say anything funny about water polo. Many staunch water polo supporters read this blog. Who knew.
So, yes, plenty to work with if I were writing a "funny post" (be happy I spared you the shots of the hairy wrestler and the weight lifter with the horribly broken arm) but, as I scanned the web for "funny" shots I found that I wasn't in the mood.
It's this kind of shot that moves me now.
Mr. Phelps, of whom far too much is written and speculated, but whose only contact with his mom last week was to hand her his flowers.
A very sweet moment of victory.
After making fun of the American fencer's facial expressions and exaggerated victory howls for an hour, I am touched by this hug.
Awed by her speed.
Stunned by their skill.
Delighted that she is older, amazed by her endurance.
Proud for their country.
And what of my Tuvaluan team?
Not a photo to be found. I've searched high and low and researched their names and found very little.
No one expected them to medal, but I haven't even seen a story about this being their first year competing.
Perhaps my Australian friends have...
It's not over yet, so there's still time for me to poke fun.
Right after I wipe the tears away.
Comments
Chin up!
-J.
I like the online option, you can watch anything.
did you see the frenchman who was too old to represent his country in slalom kayaking? He chose to represent Togo, where his father was from, and won bronze. that makes me cry just thinking about it.
and I would be impressed by Dara Torres, who looks amazing at 41 post baby, if only she hadn't posed for Maxim magazine.
b
Not that she asked.
-J.
BUT. I am totally giving you an ass hug if/when we finally meet. You can give me one, too. I've got a lot of ass to hug, yo.
I was also impressed with the 33 yr. old German woman who won a silver in the women's vault last night. Talk about endurance...
Olympic fever: I has it.
Love the marathoner -- I watched her and kept hoping she could keep that distance between her and the pack up.
Also love Dana Torres, for being a 41-year old swimmer (with a 2-year old) with amazing sportmanship.
Also--when I do watch, I find myself listening to how many times the announcers say BeiZhing instead of Beijing with a hard J--especially now that the good folks at NPR pointed out the difference to me. It's annoying! Like when people say Ralph LauREN instead of plain old Lauren.
jbhat
Although I wondered if they are always mentioned this often and I'm just more aware of it now that I know a real live Tuvaluan. It was the same at the Commonwealth Games two years ago, Tuvalu this, Tuvalu that. Almost got sick of 'em really.
(Is this their first time competing? I didn't know that ... are you sure?)