I’m totally consumed by the Olympics. I just can’t get enough. Not only do I love watching the events, even the really weird ones (like the dressage round of the equestrian competition — apparently it’s a lot harder than it looks to make a horse walk in a zig zag pattern), but I am a total sucker for the sportsmanship and international camaraderie of it all. The pomp, circumstance, and heightened emotions of every minute really capitalize on this thing that’s been happening to me ever since about my sophomore year of college: overactive tear ducts. I am continually surprised by the things that make me cry these days. Y’all, it’s gotten to the point where I can’t even hold back during the hype-up videos before Auburn football games. Every. Game. Don’t even talk about when the eagle circles the stadium as the crowd swells with a slow “war eagle.” Anyway, aside from my overemotional reaction to it all, the Olympics also restore my faith that people and society are inherently good. At least for two weeks. When I see all these people from every corner of the earth competing and the international community cheering them on, I can’t help but think, “Maybe this crazy mixed up world will be alright after all. Maybe people will find out that everyone has more in common than not and we can work it out.” It’s idealistic and simplistic, but it’s what the Olympics do to me. I can’t help it. Go world.
PS What am I talking about? I just watch it for the hot athletes.