The Olympics opening ceremony (or is it ceremonies?) was last night, and apparently viewers in the US had to wait for “prime time” to watch it on NBC (meaning a 4-hour delay out west). I say apparently, because I not only didn’t watch it, I really don’t give a shit about the Olympics. Still, many people do, and they were simply OUTRAGED about it. And the commercials. And the fatuous prattling of the idiotic “Today Show” crew.
At various points, they said Luxembourg was in “central Europe,” joked about how Djibouti kinda sounds like “yer booty,” and seemed surprised to learn that the US (or Estados Unidos) would be alphabetized under E for the Parade of Nations.
This is why I don’t watch live teevee once the lo-cal morning news is over.
For those who opted to live stream the event from anywhere other than NBC, though, were apparently treated to a wonderful display. So that’s good, I guess.
When I was a kid, the Olympics were a big deal to me. Probably due to the fact that back then there were only four channels to choose from (five when Channel 11 from Kingston was coming in – watched a lot of curling, back in the day – but you had to fiddle with the rabbit ears), and you had to wait for four years for an Olympics back then, instead of two. Plus we still had our Cold War villains (namely the godless Soviets and East Germans) to root against (unlike today, when the Republican presidential candidate and the Russian president are BFFs).
Ah, those were simpler times.
Now, though. Meh. Oh there might be a few things worth watching (beach volleyball comes to mind – sure didn’t have that back in ’64), and there’s a local kid on the Women’s basketball team so I’d like to see her do well. And of course there are three former Orangemen on the men’s team (one playing, two assistant coaching), so I’d like to see them do well (plus I’m still not quite over the ’72 gold medal game when the referees gave the Soviets three chances to score the winning basket).
But mostly I don’t really care.
Besides, I’m waiting for the deluge of talking head commentaries about how the Trump campaign has “turned the corner” now that Donnie has gotten on message and endorsed the flaming triad of douchery – Paul Ryan, John “if I had my way, Sarah Palin would be the incumbent VP running for Prez right now” McCain, and Kelly Ayotte.
It’s all gonna be rainbows and party unity from here on out. OK, well, probably not rainbows, ‘cuz that’s a gay thing and the GOP don’t go for that kinda shit (other than in public men’s rooms, of course).
When I was a kid, I enjoyed the Olympics. Now I could care less.
Then again…
and women’s beach volleyball hits MSNBC.
http://pandawhale.com/post/45121/beach-volleyball-unnecessary-censorship
My Dad loved Pete Fountain. He was also a reed man and even went to NOLa and played when stationed in Mississippi during WWII.
Vern, was it your birthday the other day? I saw the
The other triangle of douchery: Putin/Trump/Assange – misogynist ass-holes the lot. (where’s Fred when you need him? May he RIP)
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I’m a sap. I still watch the Olympics. I know all the shitty sides to them, but I watch. I also go to ball games in parks that tax payers pay for instead of the billionaires who profit from them. There you have it; I’m part of the problem.
RG’s, I thought.
Yep. And my brother, too.
Happy belated to all!
happy birthday day RG and Brother of PJ.
Because I had to work after hours today, I got home a bit early and watched the end of a beach volleyball match. A dude’s beach volleyball match, even. US vs. Italy. In spite of my professed disinterest, I found it very entertaining. And despite what I consider to be a dearth of jingoistic proclivities, I found myself rooting for Team USA. And they even won!
Yesterday I drove into frisoc to see some friends, get some CDs, get a haircut, and have a few drinks. Consequently, I saw a little olympics. It wasn’t so bad with the sound off.
Fare Thee Well, Glenn Yarbrough.
I did a power-packed drive by last week. It had been a while.
Just as I always suspected.
103-Year-Old Woman Says Beer Is The Key To Living A Long Life
Geez, I thought the key was red wine. Oh well, a shorter life with red wine is better than a longer life with beer, imho & no disrespect to present company.
I guess the secret to enjoying the Olympics is to watch on Irish TV.