I am not what you would call an athletic person.
I think the Roomie could accept this fact if I at least had
some interest in watching sporting events. Which I don’t. Almost ever.
If you want me to watch something sports related, your best bet is a Disney movie. (Even I can't resist a knucklepuck.)
This isn’t to say I don’t ever try to appreciate the more
sporty sides of life. I go to root on the Roomie at the occasional soccer
performance. To prove that I’m paying attention and not plotting the next
couple of chapters of the story I’m working on, I have taken to texting her
every few minutes to comment on something I saw on the field. She has told me
that coming back to find thirty-two texts after a sixty minute game is not the
athletic appreciation she is looking for. And to stop calling them soccer
performances. And that “Break a leg!” is not an appropriate way to wish her
luck before a game.
As I’m sure you can see, she’s fairly high maintenance.
We have however found one athletic topic we can agree on:
The Olympics are awesome.
Watching the best of the best from countries all over the world
is just inspiring. I may root hard for the U.S., but that doesn’t take away
from the genuine awe I feel watching the athletes from other countries do their
thing. I am consistently floored by the feats all of the Olympians can get
their bodies to complete.
Plus, at times it is like you’re watching a Disney sports
movie, given the dramatic statements frequently made by the commentators. Things like
“The question is, would you go for the throat while your opponent is sobbing?”
And the twice repeated “They will, as champions always do, walk together
forever.” If only there was a Queen song playing over all of this, it would be
absolute perfection.
So for now, the Roomie and I are in sync in our viewing
choices for the evening. And in feeling mildly floored that most of the Fab
Five were born the year the Magnificent Seven won the gold (which sadly means
they probably totally missed out on choices like getting an Amanda
Borden haircut).
In conclusion, peace has settled over the apartment.
At least until the twelfth.
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