I love the Summer Olympics. Let me rephrase: I live for the Summer Olympics. For the two weeks that the Games are televised, I lose focus of pretty much every other area of my life. I’m not as communicative with friends—and I’m not sorry about it. I’m constantly checking the medal count at work. My household chores are ignored. Multi-tasking falls to the wayside when the Olympics are involved. I can’t say I have the same passion for other sports. Football? Sure, I like it. Baseball? Of course. Basketball? Eh. The Summer Olympics? Event television.
Today marks the start of the Games of the XXX Olympiad, and I’ll be watching. All day. Literally. For the next two weeks, all other matters can rest.
I think back to past Summer Games. Certain memories have never left me: Dan O’Brien overcoming unfathomable obstacles to claim gold in the 1996 Games in Atlanta. Mia Hamm scoring a seemingly impossible shot to help the U.S. win gold in 2004 Athens. Michael Phelps claiming eight (let that sink in for a moment: eight) gold medals in 2008. (Cue music): for one moment in time, all of America watched as these athletes elevated their talents to enormous heights to win. I get chills thinking about it.