Get your tissues ready… it’s time for the Olympics
Just as I started getting misty over the end of football season, the Olympics decided to show up. Thank you NBC for bringing Cris Collinsworth back to my TV. I was starting to get the shakes. Seriously.
Little known fact… I effing LOVE the Winter Olympics. Another little know fact… I was a competitive figure skater growing up, placing 5th at nationals when I was 14 years old. Many of my formative years were spent waking up at 5am and working with my coach on everything from footwork and edges to sit spins and salchows. After blowing out my ankle and getting boobs, however, my figure skating career officially ended. On the other hand, my dalliances with hockey players never did… but that’s another entry all together.
While I maintain an odd affection for lycra and sequins, I’m a total geek for the whole games. Even luge. Which is mostly because I briefly dated an olympic luger. Speaking of which, did you know that many competitive lugers are also high school All-American football players? Totally true. And explains a LOT. But again… that’s for a very different kind of post.
As cheesy as it may sound, I believe in the Olympic Spirit. And, no, I’m not talking about Dick Button, who may, at this point, be a ghost. What I am talking about is, simply put, the joy of competition. Yes, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat have to do with it, but what seems to resonate on a universal level is the athletes’ lock-jawed dedication and refusal to give up. It’s the same indescribable force that can thwart a favorite and thrust an underdog into an unexpected spotlight. Frankly, it’s similar to what helped Sean Payton and The Saints make Super Bowl history. It’s awesome and awe inspiring and as much as I hate to admit it, perfectly depicted in this visa commercial.