Saturday, February 20, 2010

Olympics Addiction

Casey and I have an Olympics addiction. We bought Mario and Sonic at the Winter Olympic Games for the Wii at Christmas, so we've been bobsledding, ice skating, and ski jumping for the past two and half months. So when the real Olympics came, Casey was ready. Unfortunately for him, all the real excitement at the Olympics takes place between the hours of 8 p.m. and midnight on school nights, so he gets to watch cross-country skiing and curling during the afternoons after school and then 1/2 an hour of whatever exciting event is on in the evening before his bedtime. After watching 2 or 3 hours of curling one day last week, he was upstairs on our bed at 7:45, waiting for prime time Olympics to start. He is such a fan of the Olympics that I could tell he didn't want to admit that he just really didn't like curling. But that evening, at 7:45, he turned to me and said, "Mom, it's only 15 minutes until the real Olympics come on. I'm so excited." "What's wrong?" I asked, "Don't you like curling?" "No" he said, "I can't figure out what those brooms are for and well, it's a little boring." Poor thing, you could tell it really pained him to admit that there was something in the Olympics that just isn't very exciting.

I'm more fascinated by the fact that all those female athletes knew that they would be on TV broadcasts all over the world and yet didn't take the time to get their hair cut before flying off to Vancouver. Seriously, most of them have long hair that clearly hasn't even been trimmed in a year, possibly longer. They pull off their helmets and goggles and their frizzed out dead ends just fly all around. Would it have hurt to get a fresh cut before they headed out to the biggest moment in their careers? I feel so bad for their poor mothers, who are surely torn between the pride of seeing their daughter on the podium and the shame of knowing all their friends are watching their daughters' dead ends on TV.


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