I am sitting on my big, blue, bloggy couch watching the first events of the 22nd Olympic Games. I cannot convey to you how excited I am, and we are only two hours into the spectacle. Each Olympic year, for the better part of two weeks, I soak up every single moment I can, cheering loudly and proudly for Team USA as they compete for the gold.
Yes, I am a nerd.
I have been looking forward to the 2014 Winter Olympics since the last-minute of the closing ceremonies of the 2012 Summer Olympics in London. I am an Olympic junkie, and have watched them for as long as I can remember.
My favorite winter Olympic event is figure skating. Whenever
we watch I’m watching figure skating coverage, McDaddy asks, “Is that what they call a triple klutz?” after every jump. And each time he asks that question it makes me think about all of the times I skated around the kitchen floor in my socks years ago pretending to be Katarina Witt. I won’t mention the number of times I busted my tail trying to do a double toe-loop in sock feet.
But yeah, klutz.
I spent some time this afternoon clearing the daily docket on my TiVo to make room for the hours of Olympic coverage the boys will miss because they have to sleep at night. I am recording most of the events, but decided to skip hockey, cross-country skiing and biathlon, because SNOOZE. The Luge, Skeleton (I just love that word!) and Speed Skating are also favorites of mine, though speed skating won’t be nearly as exciting, now that Apolo Ohno made the decision to hang up his skates. Instead, he’ll be starring in Subway commercials and sitting at the speed skating commentator table.
I have two words in response to that.
The boys have mentioned several times over the last few weeks that they want to take snowboarding lessons the next time we go skiing. To add to their excitement, my dad bought – what he identified as – a snowboard at a yard sale. With a $29.99 price tag from Dick’s on the thing, I have my doubts, but the boys don’t seem to mind. They have declared they intend to try it out at the first sign of snow .
Heaven, help me.
Who knows? Maybe my two sweet fellas will get their Olympic snowboarding start on the hill beside of our house on a yard-sale snow board.
Watch out, Shaun White!
If snowboarding doesn’t pan out, I suppose they can always fall back on their second favorite sport.
Y’all, there are few things I’d love more than cheering on my baby boys at the 2022 winter Olympic games.
They could be just like those three Dufour-Lapointe sisters from Canada.
A momma can dream, can’t she?
For now, I’ll have to be content commentating from the couch, and whooping it up for Team USA. Oh, and don’t forget clapping and crying each and every time I hear our National Anthem, because that’s what I do.
Do America proud, Team USA!