Like most everyone in the world, I’ve been watching the Olympics in every free chance I get.
Sure, I watched every Michael Phelps race and the U.S. Gymnastics team win gold. I quite enjoyed the 15-year-old Lithuanian female swimmer who smoked her competition, but I’m a sucker for underdogs.
But the sports I was fascinated by were the weird ones.
OK, weird is the wrong word, but it was great to turn on my TV and see archery front and center, or the Judo competitors I had no idea existed.
I have no idea what the rules are for fencing, but I found myself pumping my fist a little when both fencers screamed with excitement before either of them knew whether they had won the point.
Water polo has turned into one of my favorite things to watch despite the potential wardrobe malfunctions that are rife in a contact sport with a tight bathing suit as a uniform. It’s exciting and tiring all at the same time to watch knowing they have to tread water and swim the length of the pool all the time and are not allowed to touch the bottom of the pool. Judges will know. The TV networks have those slightly voyeuristic underwater cameras around.
The sports categorized as Olympic sports for reasons I’ll never understand are nonetheless exciting. It hurt my pride as much as anyone else’s to find out that the great sport of badminton had been tainted, not by a bent shuttlecock, but by teams throwing games to get in better positions in the tournament.
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