I love the Olympics. I get weepy when the athletes are standing on the medal stand, listening to their national anthems being played. I love watching their faces as the flag ascends and the music starts.
It’s so beautiful to witness someone realizing a life-long dream come true.
I also love the competition. I love that a few years back there was a seventy-year-old Japanese man on their equestrian team.
I love that seventeen-year-old Red Gerard won our first gold medal at the winter games, becoming the first gold medalist born in this century.
I love watching the biathlon and luge, badminton and water polo, curling and archery. I love, love, love the artistry of gymnastics and figure skating, but I also adore the physicality of wrestling and ice hockey. In fact, I don’t think there’s a sport I won’t give at least fifteen minutes of my time.
I don’t think our television has been off for more than ten hours total since the games began.
I even fell asleep on the sofa the other night, woke up in the wee hours, and watched a bit of the replay.
The good thing is that it’s not over just yet. We still have a lot of great competition left.
And, the summer games in Tokyo start July 24, 2020.