I get it, I get it. Yes, I am the one that told my father that Dylan make two "goals" during his basketball team. I am the one that cheered when Sydney ran the wrong way with the ball during her first season playing soccer. I am the one who DVR's the Super Bowl, and fast forwards through the game to get to the commercials and the half-time show. My principal even had this conversation with me at the beginning of June:
Ed: So, Stacy, those Tony Awards are on soon, right? (he's a big football guy, but really tries to decipher my own strange world)
Stacy: Yeah, they are, and I'm so excited. Neil Patrick Harris is hosting again, and it's been an interesting season for-
Ed: So, this is like the Super Bowl for YOUR people, right?
Stacy: Super Bowl....football, right?
Ed: (rolls eyes and walks away)
Yup, my people. So, you can understand why people do a double take when I talk about how much I love the Olympics. But here's my take.
The Olympics IS NOT about sports. Ok, there are some games that are played, but for me, it's always been more than that. To me, the Olympics stand for two weeks of a feeling of world harmony as we watch the parade of nations, and everyone cheering for everyone else. It's watching people from around the world who have spent their lives pursuing their passions, working harder than anyone else in the world, and getting the chance to show the entire world what it means to be an achiever, to be a teammate and a team member, to be a part of something bigger than bi-partisan politics, and hot-button issues, or suicide bombers, or war, or local news filled with rape and murder. It is a chance to see little girls fly through the air with the greatest of ease, for swimmers to cut through the water like it's nothing, for runners who defy speed laws, and for people to cheer on their countries. For once, it seems like people stop fighting and remember that they're a team. THAT is what the Olympics are about to me.
The commercials aren't that bad, either.
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