It’s only day 2 and I’m
already obsessed with the Olympics. The games are the first thing I watch in
the morning and the last thing I watch at night. I bet Tim is sorry I let
him put a TV in the bedroom several years ago. He caught me yelling at the U.S.
women’s cyclists this morning. “Every four years you become an expert on
cycling,” he said, rolling his eyes. Indeed. Yesterday I announced that my new
favorite word is “peloton.”
Actually, I like all the
sports where the athletes compete directly against each other—e.g., swimming,
volleyball (especially beach volleyball—yay, Misty May-Treanor and Kerri Walsh!),
and most track events. I’m less enthused by the sports that judges get to
decide—e.g., gymnastics and diving—because they’re just too subjective, though
the U.K.’s Louis Smith was
pretty amazing last night on the pommel horse.
Anyway, though we have
lots of other things going on, I’m pretty much going to be held hostage by the
Olympics over the next two weeks, so don’t worry if I don’t write!
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