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Olympic Obsession

I am definitely not a viewer of televised sports.  Sure, if I am offered a ticket, I love going to a Red Sox game, but I will not voluntarily stand in the cold rain or snow to see the Patriots play in person.  I will watch the Super Bowl if the Pats are playing, or the world series if the Red Sox are, but other than that, I would rather watch Friends re-runs.

There is one exception to this rule - THE OLYMPICS.  I love everything in the Olympics, summer or winter, this is my every 2 year sporting event.  I watch the prime time coverage whenever I'm home, sometimes I even DVR it if my favorite events are on, I'm a huge fan.

I have been watching pretty non-stop for the last 10 days.  I love it.  I have laughed, cried, and clapped along when someone lands an impossible run.  My brother walked in on me crying my eyes out watching men's moguls (I might be aging myself with that term, I think it's called Freestyle or something now).  He was seriously confused, but those of you who watched would understand, as Canadian Alex Bilodeau lifted his big brother who has cerebral palsy over the stands to give him a hug after winning the gold.  Who wouldn't cry?

So if you are looking for me from 8-1130pm, I'll be on my couch watching the Olympics.  Who's with me?




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