And So It Begins?..Again Mood: celebratory Now Playing: Esoteric-Order of Destiny
It’s that time. Time for the Olympics! WOOHOO!!! I so totally lurve the Olympics! I have just GORGED on them for the last several days minus an hour and change or so to re-watch Hell Boy for the nine brazillianth time but I digress….
Night after night here in the ghetto, I’ve been up just staring at the set watching. It’s after 2am and there I was quaffing beer, cheering on the {insert random USA sport team here, currently USA men’s indoor volleyball).Go bitches!!!!! Go!!!!!
It was a veritable weekend-long buffet of swimming, gymnastics, volleyball, beach volleyball, bicycle road race, basketball, sculling, fencing, and on and on and on!
As many of you know, I tend to binge on Olympic coverage for 5-6 days or so….basically spending all my time glued to the host city du jour AKA Beijing and the accompanying shenanigans.
And then suddenly, much like overdosing on funnel cakes at the state fair or Turkish Delight in Narnia, I’m beyond done. I feel nauseous and I can’t even bear to look at them anymore!
I rather liken my Olympics o.d. to Brett Favre media coverage. It doesn’t matter how completely awesome you are—everyone gets sick of you during constant overexposure….erm, I mean overindulgence.
I’ll be officially ‘done’ with the Olympics by next weekend.