Mary Poppins, The Queen, a creepy baby, the explosion of social media, yeah that’s right it is Olympics time.
There are few things I enjoy more than the Olympics. Gretchen and I can sit together and watch any event. We have been singing the Olympic theme song for weeks. So the start of the XXX Olympiad dominated our weekend. (By the way, I laugh every time I hit the guide button on my TV and see the listing for XXX Olympics. I keep thinking that I have accidentally turned to a pay per view channel.)
The opening ceremonies were, well, what were they? They weren’t the jaw dropping theatrics of Beijing. They weren’t quite the folksy down home feel of Vancouver. They were confusing, they were fun, they were weird, they were understated, well I guess they were simply British. I don’t know if any other description is necessary. I will say they were probably the least impressive opening ceremonies I have ever seen. It is not that they didn’t impress, just that aside from the lighting of the Olympic flame (the actual lighting not the David Beckham – who has never been in the Olympics although he is handsome and British- driving the flame to the stadium and making that old guy run really far with the flame part) I was never really that impressed.
By the way where was Sir Elton John? Has he had his title removed? Is the Queen upset that he didn’t remake the song Tiny Dancer about her? How can you recap British music history without having any Elton John music?
Maybe it is because I grew up after the Beatles and have never fully appreciated them for the world changers they have been, but I was also underwhelmed by a weak voiced Paul McCartney leading a sing along of a song that can’t even loosely be connected to anything having to do with sports, the Olympics, or even London. I am just saying.
My predictions (to people such as me, myself, and I) that Phelps was going to feel like a flop in these in Olympics has thus far come true. The only way competing as a world class athlete on this stage, winning a silver medal, and probably winning several more can be considered a disappointment is if you are the greatest Olympian ever. There just never seemed to be a reason for Phelps to come back. Maybe he has some moments of greatness left to amaze us.
The best thing about watching the Olympics, I suddenly remember that I am an expert at judging and commentating on virtually every single sport. I displayed this yesterday with excellent critique and commentary during water polo, diving, table tennis, basketball, volleyball, gymnastics, and swimming. Every time I would offer riveting insight born from years of expertise in these areas my wife would shoot me a look or simply laugh. But I know the truth. NBC should beg me to help cover the games in Brazil.
I am thoroughly enjoying the games thus far and can’t wait to do some commentating for team handball (one of my secret Olympic favorites), rowing, track and field, the triple jump, the hammer throw, and of course speed walking.