Every four years, a little thing called the Olympics happen. Right before it all begins, I couldn't even care less about it. Then, slowly, I get sucked into the excitement and spend the next 16 days glued to my TV watching sports and trying to find out the results before it's shown "live".
So, yes, I did cheer for Michael Phelps with thoughts about my abandoned swimming career and what could have been. I tried to guess the ages of the gymnasts as they fling, contort, and flip their bodies in the air. I sympathized with Yao Ming and his little minions when they were annihilated by the Americans. And, yes, I even took in a game of the ever-exciting sport of handball.
13 days down. 3 more to go. Then, I can sleep again. I can't wait.
