Closing ceremonies have arrived and the end of two glorious weeks of events that I forgot that I love to watch. Here are a few of my observations:
Trampoline. This is my sport. I have been training for this since I was about seven-years-old. The training got really intense ages 10-15. In fact I even invented a trampoline club called, Jumpin' Jazz. It consisted of one member - myself. And I would occasionally include my little sister, who often got assigned the role of devoted fan and audience member. It was incredible. We (and by we I mean me) even had our jumping routines set to music. Something the Olympic Committee might want to consider. It really takes the jumping to the next level.
Is it just me or did that night Bob Costas wore his glasses he was a dead ringer for a middle-aged Harry Potter? Who woulda thought? Now I just want to see him commentating the Olympics while sipping a butter beer.
No one has given Team USA credit for doing something I find truly amazing. They all seem to have an understanding of the metric system. Which frankly is still beyond me. The 100 meter race, is that anything like the 50-yard dash?
Okay NBC I have a few issues. When someone completes a race, or event please show us the score. How left out I felt watching the athletes jump up and down, and seeing the crowds cheering, it's like the whole world knew the final results but me. It doesn't even have to be great graphics, a camera shot of the score board would suffice. Please, you are killing me. Also, don't show the first set of the gold-medal match of women's volleyball, then cut to Bob Costas giving us a summary of the next two games. What? You cut out three quarters of the match. I realize USA lost those games. But are we such pigs that we can't watch ourselves lose a few. Please, I'm an Aggie fan, I can handle losing. Show us the games!
Thanks for everything, Rio I am pumped and ready!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Olympic-sized Thoughts
Posted by Rachel at 6:21 PM 3 comments
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