Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olympics. Show all posts

Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Olympics From My Perspective


Watching the Olympics tonight with Husband, I feel a little lonely. I like to keep up a lively stream of comments to add to the event, and he just doesn't seem to appreciate that. I didn't realize until about 2 minutes ago that I've really been sitting here talking to myself for the past hour or so. Here's what you would hear if you were lucky enough to be a fly on our wall:

Husband: Michael Phelps is swimming.

Me: Oh, he's so good. Has he even lost one race? Can anyone beat him? Why are his pants so tight?

Husband: This is a heat, he doesn't have to "win" this one, he just has to qualify.

Me: But seriously, why does he pick out the tight pants version of the swimsuit where his muffin top shows, when other swimmers choose the full body suit? Is there a difference - aerodynamically, I mean?

Husband: (silence)

Me: You know, this U.S. Men's swimming team is a great looking bunch of young guys. I can just picture all the college girls sitting in their dorms going crazy.

Husband: (strange look)

Me: Did they ever figure out the thing with the Chinese gymnasts...whether or not they're under age?

Husband: (silence)

Me: Don't you wonder why Michael Phelps has a muffin top? Those pants must be sooooo tight, because you know he's all muscle.

Husband: (silence)

Me: (realizing that I'm holding a one-way conversation) You know, I don't think you appreciate the fact that I view the Olympics from all sides.

Husband: (silence)

Now, I realize that I've probably painted my husband as a couch potato with no personality, but this is far from the truth. He's actually fun to watch TV and movies with because he really gets nuances. I think that's part of why I ask him so many questions. The thing is, I've realized that he doesn't really appreciate my running non-sequiters during sporting events. He actually came right out and told me that during the World Series last year, when I was commenting on Todd Helton's beard being too bushy. My mom is actually my ideal sports-watching partner. She's into noticing all the same things I am, and really, we can't be bothered with the game itself.