Friday, August 15, 2008

Bringing the heat, baby

So, I am not a fan of the Olympics.  Nothing against any Olympians, it's just not my cup 'o tea.  I find it exceedingly boring to watch some dude swim, unless he's hot and it's live and in person.  This is pretty much my attitude towards watching all sports - snoozefest.  My exceptions to this rule are playoff games involving Michael Jordan and my secret childhood obsession, gymnastics.  Why gymnastics?  Probably because it's pretty much as close as we can come to flying - what gymnasts do is completely amazing to me and I would love to be able to move like that.  This obsession began along with millions of other people, watching Mary Lou Retton - completely amazing.

So, given this, it should not surprise anyone that I know nothing of the goings on at the Olympics.  A few nights ago, completely by chance, as I was endlessly surfing the channels I came across the Men's Gymnastics Team finals and caught the last few minutes before it switched to the women's teams.  That's where I caught the first glimpse of Shawn Johnson (I had never heard of her before or seen her perform, if that tells you my lack of interest).  I found love her!  She was having so much fun doing her thing and watching everyone else.  You could tell just by the look on her face.  Even though team USA wasn't coming home with the gold, she was still enjoying watching the other girls perform.  Everyone else looked like they were a slimy toad reference away from hurling, but she was having fun.

Then, I completely forgot that the women's all around finals were last night.  I came in at the end of Johnson's uneven bars performance, which was amazing.  She was on fire with that dismount and her floor exercises.  She's so compact and it's like watching pure energy.  I was so happy that she got the Silver!  I think it's great that someone having so much fun was the a big winner.  And that she was team USA - even better.  And now my Olympic viewing is over - thank goodness. 

Tonight is girl's night to see Mamma Mia.  I am certain much silliness will ensue.  I leave you with this pearl of wisdom from a t-shirt, "I don't mind coming to work, but that eight hour wait to go home is a bitch."  Smooches.

Until next time -
~Shel

   

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