I’m publicly putting this out there for those folks who either feel like arguing today, therefore needing a human lightning rod, or are in the same somewhat embarrassing position I’ve been in for the last two plus weeks.
Though I’ve paid attention to the results, although after the events are over, it isn’t enough to engage in any detail-based conversation about them. Those who’ve been religious about their viewership have insights and impressions that come with that. And trying to add to a conversation about the particulars can be akin to talking about a soap opera you’ve never watched.
I don’t know why I didn’t watch any of the events, other than the simple fact that I don’t enjoy sports. And have little interest in athletic competitions. So much so, I always had to muster up enthusiasm when my son played them as a kid. I was thrilled when he switched his extracurricular attention to acting and music. Now that’s where my passion lies.
But disliking sports feels like a lame excuse when it comes to the Olympics, where national pride is firmly placed on the line. Honestly, I feel like a traitor, or at the very least, non-patriotic, admitting this.
There is time to redeem myself. I have two more years until the Olympics in Brazil in 2016.