Posted by Ami Weaver
Can I just say–I love the Olympics. Love. Them. Summer, winter, doesn’t matter. The sport doesn’t really matter, either. I’ll watch pretty much anything (Ping pong? Curling? Sure, why not?) though my summer faves are gymnastics, anything with water and anything with horses.
I love the energy. I love the way this matters, in a way so few things seem to anymore. The athletes, to a person, know how much it means to compete on the Olympic stage. They honor that, feel that and they compete that way. The bar is set high–and they do their best to rise up to meet or surpass it.
We’ve got a local Olympian. You may have heard of Jordyn Weiber, the gymnast. (She’s on the TV right now, behind me.) This has sort of given the Olympics a more local flavor. Made a huge thing, this mammoth competition, smaller somehow. More personal. I don’t know Jordyn. (My oldest son, however, plays lacrosse sometimes at the same building she trains in–he is a little afraid of her. “She could break me in half, Mom.”) In our paper everyday is a diary of the Weiber family’s experiences. Everything Jordyn does is on the front page of the paper, on Facebook, or chattered about in the grocery store. It’s just plain fun.
I know that there are heartbreaks in the Olympics, too (see Jordyn Weiber, above). Is there anything worse than 4th place? Okay, yes, I’ve gotten teary when an athlete I don’t even know breaks down after missing the podium by less than a heartbeat. And while that sounds silly, it’s a testament to the emotion and the power of the Games.
Do you like the Olympics? What are your favorite Olympic sports?