Now that we’re a few days into the Olympic games, I feel I should acknowledge them somehow on my blog. I didn’t actually watch the opening ceremonies this time around. I think I was folding a mountain of laundry or making lunches when they were airing here.
I wonder if I should feel ashamed of my lack of interest in the Olympics. After all, are they not the focus of every nations’ patriotic pride thus giving us our collective country identities, which will tide us over until the next Olympic games? How on earth will I be able to identify with my fellow Canadians for the next few years if I don’t jump on the games wagon? I’ll cope.
That said, I feel like I need some sort of excuse for not paying much attention to the Olympics (I was reading a book while my husband watched this evening.)
I am not watching the Olympics because I am much funnier than it is (they are?). If I am going to spend every night watching something, then it had damn well be funnier than I am. So in the sport of funny, I win the gold and the Olympics do not even qualify for the finals.
- I am witty and interesting. The Olympics are merely athletic and informative.
- I make people laugh and sometimes snort liquid out of their noses. The Olympics make people cheer or cry, but not out of funniness.
- I make up silly songs to entertain small and large children. The Olympics are very serious about what their songs mean and how they might be interpreted by the various participating countries.
- I can say mildly offensive or rude things that only a few people find funny and not get kicked out of the Olympics. Olympians can’t.
Take that Olympics! Who’s laughing now!
Disclaimer: I make no claims to be funnier than the advertising broadcast during Olympics. Sometimes commercials are funnier than I am.
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