Spending time in Sochi
It’s Olympic time again. I have made a vow to watch just a little bit of the coverage every night, just to try to keep up with what is going on. It’s mostly a lot of athletes whose names that I can’t pronounce from countries that I could never find on a map. Mix that in with the red-eyed Bob Costas and the Olympic expertise of Cris Collinsworth (really?) and it is quite the viewing experience, though I learned today that Costas is now on the Olympic disabled list and will be replaced by “Where in the world is Matt Lauer?”
The first night that I tuned in to the Winter Olympics I was introduced to something called “slopestyling,” which to me looked like nothing more that kids at a local skate park with a lot of snow. So technically if Adams County had a skate park, it could have its own slopestyling. We certainly have the snow cover.
The next night was the revisionist history, propaganda Russian opening ceremony. If you are a student of Russian history, which I am not, the whole spectacle likely made sense, but I somehow missed the references to the atrocities of Stalin and the Communist regime, but that was fine. it was to be a celebration of the athletes gathered, not a political platform, though I often wondered who wrote the script that the broadcasters were reading. The technology of the opening ceremony was incredible and I sure that you were disappointed that NBC chose not to show a group of Russian Police singing something called “Get Lucky” by Daft Punk. And you are correct, I have no idea what that is.
Since my wife is addicted to figure skating, there has been a lot of that on our viewing list. Lesson for spouses-don’t try to switch to a Beatles tribute when there is figure skating to be watched. I have to admit that figure skaters and speed skaters have muscular thighs that most men would kill for and to be able to jump up, spin around a dozen times, and then land on one skate is pretty darn amazing. I tried to skate on my icy driveway last week in a pair of Jordans. That didn’t turn out too well.
Ski Jumping has always been one of my favorite Olympic events. I see those guys go flying into the air and I always say to myself, “go farther, go farther.” I think that is one Olympic event that would be very cool to photograph, but I am doubting the company here has trips to the Olympics in their sports editor’s budget. Perhaps if we have some more winters like this, Mr. Caraway, Mr. Baldridge, and Mr. Worley can get the Olympics to come right here to Adams County. We have hills, snow, and ice—doesn’t that cover it?
I’ve got to look at the schedule soon and see when the men’s ice hockey begins. That I will be interested in as long as Mike Emrick is announcing-the absolute best hockey announcer I have heard since Andy McWilliams. (Remember him?) I think I could walk right in and broadcast a baseball, basketball, or football game, but hockey is another world altogether. Besides trying to follow that little puck all over the ice, try pronouncing the names of hockey players, especially the foreign ones. I hope the hockey gold medal comes down to Canada and the United States. That’s like an NHL All-Star Game where they really try to win.
I’ve also come to the conclusion that the Winter Olympics are not for the United States. This is the chance for Canada, Norway, Poland, Slovakia, and the Netherlands to actually win something. When do we ever hear about those countries anyway? The United States is a Summer Olympics country. Let those Dutch and Norwegians come on over here and play some basketball with our Dream Teams, run against our sprinters, and swim against our swimmers. Then the USA is on the top of the medal count where we should be.I know you are inspired now so start chanting, “U-S-A, U-S-A, U-S-A!
Every Olympics has its heroes and heart-wrenching stories and as these Olympics continue, that will not change. That is what makes the Olympics such a popular event- all of the personal stories of athletes who have basically devoted their entire lives to one goal-success on the Olympic stage. Here’s my personal wish for success for each and every one of them, no matter what country they are from. But if need be, feel free to start the chant again.
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