
Every Olympic year, I get pumped full of sap. Today, I got teary at a commercial celebrating the Fosbury Flop (one man changed an entire sport!), a Nike ad featuring a favorite Killers' song (I got soul, but I'm not a soldier), another repeat of the darling little earthquake survivor from the opening ceremonies (he was the hall monitor!), the 33-year-old weightlifter from the US with an autistic son (she was taking him the Panda weightlifting toy!), the Thai woman who won the weightlifting event . . .
I could go on and on--of all the things that move me, the intensity of Olympic competition never fails to bring me to chills and tears and celebration. The focus, the dedication, the sacrifice, the patriotism--excuse me, I need another pancake.
Currently Watching: Men's Beach Volleyball (USA! USA! vs. Netherlands)--prior to that, I was able to catch some Water Polo, where USA! USA! defeated China.
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