Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Friday, August 15, 2008

Go America


So how about the Olympics? I have been one to watch the occasional event in the past (Carrie's ankle included), but I usually find something else to do with my time. This year, I can't turn my eyes away from the TV. The Redeem Team (basketball), Volleyball (indoor and out), gymnastics (there, I said it) and that freak they call Phelps (I mean that in the most respectful way, he is an amazing athlete). I am excited to tell my grandchildren about the man who won all those gold medals way back when. I wonder if they will even have the Olympics at that point, or if my grandchildren will look at me and wonder why I'm not in a strait jacket (Who knows? Maybe I will be). I found myself yelling with unbridled enthusiasm as the American relay team out swam those bastards from across the pond. There's something to be said for antagonizing the Americans (Russia, are you listening?). It has been fun to be patriotic these past few days, and I wonder how the rest of America feels. Are the games uniting us or are there those of you that hate it here (yes, you live here and you know who you are) so much, that you would rather burn the flag instead of fly it? O well, I guess that's your right.




I choose to believe in the unifying spirit of the games, and look toward a brighter tomorrow (would that be from global warming?).




Go America.




Monday, June 23, 2008

No insight (ok, maybe just a few words), Just complaining...


Alright, my back is killing me today. I am not sure why, I really don't do anything. Maybe it's because I followed some advice and increased my fiber intake? Here's a lesson: mothers, don't let your children play sports!!! They end up with broken bodies and stories about "how almost great they were" that no one wants to hear. Have your children focus on academics, they will have a better shot at college scholarships and more earning potential once they hit the job market. Now, the exceptions: if your child is in junior high school, is 6'6" tall, runs a 4.2 40, or throws 90+, get video, make a highlight film and send to the Division I NCAA college coach of your choice. Otherwise, have them focus on the grades (and if you are really shooting for the Ivy Leagues, add community service and internships to that list). Their body will thank you for it, they will be more free to enjoy their college experience (let's face it, nothing kills a drinking game more than, "I have to go, I have a game in the morning."), and perhaps they will end up owning a team instead of wishing they still had the skills that "almost got them there." That way, you can at least still get tickets. That's it, my back is acting up again. I have half a mind (don't comment on that) to contact Rush for some Oxy.