When in Greece . . .
NBC was doing a huge build up to Olympics up until it started a few days ago. I couldn't have cared less. I was even bitter about the crappy, nationalistic, overly sentimental coverage they would have. Even though I would like it differently (for intense, coverage of events like fencing and TaeKwonDo, less swimming), I know that it wouldn't sell otherwise.
Then the Olympics started. And now I can't get enough. I never check the schedule online and tune in consciously. However, turning on the TV and flipping the channels almost always means the Olympics are on all night. I can't turn it off. I say things like, "I could do that." or "Freaky little girls." or "synchronized gay diving - fun!" or "Female beach Volleyball is the best sport ever!"
I read this on Salon, and made me nostalgic for the "Miracle" days:
". . .you should have been there to snarl at the Soviet Union and East Germany, who were not only commies, but used doped-up professionals against our virtuous, puppy-saving Western amateurs."
I also like to think I know something about certain events because I played Summer Games and Summer Games II on the Commodore 64.
Marigold asked me tonight, "How come you've never won a fucking gold medal?"
Maybe because you never leave me alone.
Then the Olympics started. And now I can't get enough. I never check the schedule online and tune in consciously. However, turning on the TV and flipping the channels almost always means the Olympics are on all night. I can't turn it off. I say things like, "I could do that." or "Freaky little girls." or "synchronized gay diving - fun!" or "Female beach Volleyball is the best sport ever!"
I read this on Salon, and made me nostalgic for the "Miracle" days:
". . .you should have been there to snarl at the Soviet Union and East Germany, who were not only commies, but used doped-up professionals against our virtuous, puppy-saving Western amateurs."
I also like to think I know something about certain events because I played Summer Games and Summer Games II on the Commodore 64.
Marigold asked me tonight, "How come you've never won a fucking gold medal?"
Maybe because you never leave me alone.
posted by Stephen "Steve" at 8/18/2004 09:42:00 PM
2 Comments:
Steve, have you been changing the colors on your blog? I noticed a couple days ago that all of a sudden your title is bright RED!!!
It's Mark V.V. here, Steve. I just wanted to let you know that I too played Summer Games and I, unlike you, won a bunch of gold medals, because, simply put, I am much cooler than you.
Peace out, homie. I'll e-mail you soon to brag more. ;)