3 1/2 Time Outs Tuesday – The Olympics….kind of

Helping LarryD take over the internet one meme at a time!  When I feel like it.

The Olympics have been going on.  Have you heard?  It’s on all the time.  I have somewhere close to a million channels on the TV, but the Olympics is on all the time.  I’ve tried watching it.  I really have.  I even tried some of the less popular sports like fencing.  I want to like fencing.  Funky outfits, swords, blinky lights…..it has all of the ingredients necessary to be THE MOST AWESOME SPORT EVER!!!!

It so isn’t.  The fencers stand in position with their swords until the referee says go.  Then they try and poke each other with their sticks.  Poke.  The little lights blink and they get back into the starting position again.  They wait for the ref to say go.  Poke.  Back into the starting position.  The first one to poke the other one 15 times wins.  It take like half an hour to get to 15.  It’s the getting back into the starting position and waiting that takes up all the time.

I wanted a sword fight!  A little bit of daring do!  I got …..poke……

It was a sad disappointment, I’ll tell you that.

After my fencing disappointment, I decided to stay away from the Olympics.  I prefer to think of them as athletes! When I saw that they could medal in ping pong…..seriously?  Ping Pong?  You want to be that gold medalist?  “What did you medal in?” “Ping Pong.”

Really?

Really, really?

Fine.  Whatever. I’m a snob.  I can handle all that.  Know what my snobbery cost me? The Badminton scandal.

There was a huge badminton scandal and I missed it.  Thanks to my disappointment with fencing, I decided that badminton was just a lamer version of tennis, and watching tennis is almost as bad as watching golf which is right up there with paint drying in watchability.

So I looked at my schedule and saw “Badminton” and decided to read a book instead.  Thank goodness there were Homemade Highlights so that I could catch up on all I had missed.

The moral learned is not to judge a sport by its wimpy reputation.  One man’s sword is another woman’s shuttlecock.  Or as my grandmother used to always say