Finally Witnessing the Best--But Over Way too Soon
This time tomorrow night, I'm going to be going through withdrawal.
For the past two weeks (including right now, as I write this post), I've been glued to my television set, watching the Vancouver Olympics. This is no small admission for me; I'm well known for my antipathy towards anything that smacks of a sporting event.
But these are not just any sporting events. These are the Olympics, where the world comes together to do so much more than play mere games. The whole spectacle of the past two weeks has all but brought me to tears nightly. Even the incredibly lame and tacky closing ceremony show--saved in my mind only by the presence of the glorious Michael Buble--has been worth my undivided attention.
Like I said, it's not about the sports. For the most part, I couldn't care less about the sports. In fact, some of the so-called sports really don't resemble sports at all so much as Bizarro World carnival games. (Curling anyone?)
Rather, it's about spirit, love of country, courage, persistence, hard work--and it's on TV!
Think about it. When was the last time you saw anything on television that raised the bar or made you feel in any way uplifted? Just to drive home the point, NBC ran commercials for the programs to follow the Olympics, one of which was Dateline NBC--usually consistent in its portrayal of murder, mayhem and all things seedy and horrifying. Gee, I can't wait to tune in.
I've even read all of the Olympics coverage on, of all things, the sports pages of newspapers and online for the same reasons. Stories of athletes with heart, overcoming obstacles, striving to be the best they can be. It's the only time I ever read the sports page and I can't get enough of young athletes showing us just what it is we're actually capable of if we work hard and believe.
Showing us the best of ourselves on television and in the news. There's a novel idea. What a shame it only happens once every two years.