What The Olympics Mean To Me
The Olympics are a funny event. Once every four years the countries of the world unite, not to find a cure for poverty, or to discuss the worlds problems, . . . but to play games.
It’s a time where everyone pretends that they care about competitive Fencing.
For two weeks every four years, Bob Costas is an authority. He’s the Tim Russert of Beijing.
It’s a place where winning ‘Bronze’ is really losing. Or, if you get the Gold medal in Rowing, you’re still a loser.
It’s the one moment when a guy will not hang his head in shame for being ‘The Worlds Fastest-Man!’.
When the amature teams of Greece and Spain give a “tough challenge” , the Olympics show how over-paid NBA players really are!
When realizing that you’ve spent the last 2 hours watching Synchronized Diving, According to Jim doesn’t sound like a bad option?
With nearly $1.7 Billion in generated ad revenue, the real Gold is being won by NBC.
But what I have learned the most about the Olympics, is that unless you score more gold than The Golden Girls,(Ala Michael Phelps) you’re still just a nameless athlete.
August 21st, 2008 at 8:40 am
you are = you’re not your. English, learn it!
August 21st, 2008 at 8:48 am
werkshop,
I dont deny that I am the worst speller. Grammer school taught me nothing about grammer!
btw isnt it workshop? i kid, i kid
August 21st, 2008 at 1:01 pm
Stanley, would you like to hire me to be your proofreader?
August 21st, 2008 at 3:20 pm
I know, spell check does nothing for grammar, . . . or is it grammer??? Ugh!
August 21st, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Lol It’s “grammar.”
August 22nd, 2008 at 7:06 pm
So true about Mike phelps. No one would know who he was if he did not win a medal. Too bad he looks like a monkey… but at least now he can get some girls with all that money he is going to have