Opening Ceremonies and Other Musings

I love the Olympics. I am not a sports person, not by any stretch of the imagination. I only attend Superbowl parties for the food, I only attend baseball games for the beer. I was a swimmer…I love the sport, but I still rarely attend a meet. If, someday, my kids decide to float instead of sink, I may watch them race, but until then, I don’t even do swim meets.

I’m not sure them why I so love the Olympics. I was telling Andrew last night that the first Olympics I remember was the 1984 Summer games in Los Angeles. I was a California girl, and even though SF is a long way from LA, those Olympics seemed close to home. I remember watching the gymnasts (who were not that much older than me at the time) and wishing that my legs were not so long and gangly and that I had the balance and coordination (I still don’t) to compete is such a beautiful sport. Alas, my clumsiness and fear of heights kept me from being a gymnast…or a diver, another favorite sport to watch.

Fast forward to the Atlanta games in 1996. I was THERE. I was poor and had a brand new baby. So I never attended a single event (though I often kick myself for that!). We did attend the Centennial Olympic park the afternoon before the infamous bombing. The excitement at that place was absolutely electric. It was a people watcher’s dream. It was extremely hot. We were literally pouring water on Andrew who was about a month old. He too can say that he was there…though he remembers nothing.

So, I love watching opening ceremonies. I love watching the excitement on the athletes faces, especially on the faces of those who know that they don’t stand a chance of even contending for a medal…but they are glad that they are there. They are participating in a once in a lifetime event, and the world is watching.

I must admit, I love the Olympics for the chance to learn about other places and cultures, and to hear the interesting human interest stories. So, my DVR is running, and I am watching.

My favorite event of today? Watching the womens’ fencing medal sweep, hearing our national anthem, watching three American flags raised high, and watching President George H.W. Bush looking on with pride.
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Written by Dakotapam
I'm a Lutheran pastor's wife and mom to six kids, including young adult sons down to 8-year old twin daughters. My life is sometimes normal, and sometimes crazy; but through it all, I know that I am blessed! Some people say that I have my hands full, I prefer to call it living life with both hands full, and I love it!