I must make a confession: I don’t care about the Olympics.
I almost wrote that I kinda hate them, but that’s not true. I absolutely respect the athletes who make it to the competition and who devote thousands of hours to training. I also enjoy hearing about how some competitors beat all of the odds to make it to the games, despite a lack of funds or an Olympic development program in their country. That’s all kosher in my book.
I guess what I don’t like is that for a few weeks it dominates almost every channel on television, which yes, I understand sounds like a rather whiny complaint. But I just find them all so boring. I don’t like to run myself, so why would I watch someone else do it? Same with swimming. I grew up playing tennis, but I haven’t watched a tournament in years (I used to love me some Wimbledon growing up, but now, I don’t think I could name a tennis player whose last name isn’t Williams). I just find it to be dull.
I want to like the Olympics; I really do. I find that people think it’s bizarre that I am so uninterested. The last summer Olympics coincided with my moving to New York City to start grad school, which was cool in one way – here we were, 300 or so journalism students from across the world, starting a new chapter of our lives at the same time people from our respective countries were vying for the gold. There was some good natured ribbing when one country would edge out another in medals, but since I wasn’t following along, I had to just nod and act enthused. The few times I mentioned that I wasn’t keeping up, I was looked at like I was some sort of un-patriotic freak. Well, excuse me for wanting to keep up with the Real Housewives of the O.C., not Michael Phelps.
Tell me why I should watch the Olympics, and what your favorite competition is. There’s still hope (maybe) for me to convert to a Olympic-devotee before the summer’s end. I will say that if any of it involves me gazing at Ryan Lochte, I’m all in.