ah…the olympics…always photo opportunities

My friend Jeff takes a special delight in pointing out that in spite of a rather illustrious past in sports, including being inducted into the Sports Hall of Fame for my high school (I’m listed for basketball in 1980), he only ever talks about the fact that I lettered in Badminton.

It’s not humiliating.

If I say it enough it will be true.

Well, take that, Jeffrey. I found something more humiliating than badminton.

Actually, I think I looked hot in my 1980’s style short shorts. More humiliating than the sport of curling is the attire that one must use to play. Really? Who thought this was a good idea?

Of course, the Norwegian Curling Team might be awful, but they’re snazzy dressers. Gotta give ’em credit for knowing how to play the media.

more olympics musings

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed watching the olympics right up until the point where I just flat out fall asleep. Consequently, I haven’t posted here very much because I have been otherwise engaged. But I’m back, and I hope to offer some insightful and irreverent thoughts about the olympics.

Let’s forget the politics, which are absolutely dirty and hideous. I mean, the 40 billion dollar budget came at whose expense? Communism = human rights violations, I don’t care what coat of paint you want to put on it.

I am far more interested in other details. For example, I was absolutely fascinated by the jewelry on display. The Cuban hurdles guy who was phenomenal, also sported a crucifix that looked like a pectoral cross, only on a short (and equally thick) chain. Let me just say that no Cuban worth his weight in salt would wear anything less that 18k. Where did the guy get the money for the crucific? Oh, wait, see my comment above. clearly, some Cuabns are more equal than others in their access of a healthy diet and jewelry. There’s also the obvious point that Cuba is an atheist state. think about that for a minute.

While I’m on the subject of crosses (I couldn’t spell the plural of crucifix), did anyone notice how many athletes crossed themselves? Still a trend to thank God publicly? Hmm. Did you notice that they also didn’t quite get it right, either? Just me, being snarky.

On to more jewelry. I’ve played sports competitively. We were never allowed to wear jewelry. It could hurt us or other athletes. The last thing I ever wanted was to get slammed on the side of the head and have an earring post driven through my skull, so to see athletes in contacts sports wearing earrings is a bit….well, stupid. However, I think that the grand prize for weirdness in sporting articles of jewelry goes to Kerri Walsh of the women’s beach vollyball. She wore a pretty big watch.

Huh? First she wears Spidey’s alien black suit on her shoulder, then she plays volleyball with a watch. I never played the sport competitvely, but I bump and dig fairly well and I honestly see that as a giant liability.


Beijing Olympics 2008

Beautiful or poisonous? They’re getting a lot of bad press about the air pollution, and makes me want to stop and make a political statement about the absurdity of the US getting flack about the environment (Drill. Now. Dammit. How ironic that Paris Hilton has the solution), but they sure do know how to put on a show. Even the the EPCOT-looking ball from the light-show was beautiful. And frankly, it’s unfair to say that anything could beat the weirdness of the Greek opening ceremony, but really, the weird suspended pregnant chick vs. this dancing beauty:

The EPCOT ball was a knock-off, but still lovely:

and of course, fireworks. It’s China — could they screw it up? No way:

Good luck to all the athletes.


I have a new hero, and I wasn’t even in the market for one.

Check out this amazing article about a 41-year-old woman who qualified for the US Olympic team. I’ve been out of the loop for sports a long time, longer still if you count when I quit playing basketball or swimming (we won’t count that varsity letter in badminton). Still, this woman’s story has intrigued me.

I’ll be checking her progress in Beijing, that’s for sure.