The Olympics are finally over. I don’t mind admitting that I am glad. I found this biannual event less than entertaining. Perhaps it was the glee the NBCers found in finding any athlete who wanted airtime to vent against the current politicians-in-charge back in the States. Frankly, I don’t care what a mediocre 15th place finisher thinks about the Veep. Nor do I care what a gold medal winner might think. I want personal politics left out.
That is not to say I want the politics ignored completely. I am xenophobic as heck when it comes to the Olympics. Go America! In fact, I was disgusted when NBC skipped showing true ‘mericans to show foreigners winning medals. I’m sure they cheated.
More importantly, I miss the Cold War Olympics. It is not nearly as fun if you can’t root against the evil Empire — the USSR, the East Germans, the Romanians, and Bulgarians. I want to see the commie bastards lose to apple pie and hot dog eating red white and blue blooded freedom- loving Americans.
It isn’t about the mythical Olympic spirit, it is about winning.