Olympics: Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

It seems that NBC is almost as bored with the Olympics as the rest of us are becoming. With Michael Phelps out of the equation (and after an INTERMINABLE piece last night where we watched Phelps watch himself on the teevee and be as insightful as athletes ever are — “Well, right then I was just thinking that I had to finish this thing, Bob,” — A. athletes read from the exact same script, it’s part of their training to memorize it, and B. it’s just not that interesting to watch other people watch television.) and the most interesting parts of the gymnastics well behind us, NBC has just begun repeating itself.

Case in point: the sad sad tale of Liu Xiang and his hurt achille’s tendon. Seems Liu was China’s big track hero, face all over billboards and ads for the Games, country’s great fast hope, blah blah blah. But? Then? He hurt himself and ended up walking off the track after a false start. And it’s dramatic and shocking and upsetting and IT WAS ON DURING YESTERDAY’S COVERAGE. I mean, look. Great story NBC, but ARE YOU SURE THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE TO TALK ABOUT TODAY? Are you sure?

Moving on.

Some quick thoughts on tonight’s events:

1. The women who throw discus could and would hurt you.

2. While I have very little excitement about the track events (sorry! I’m lame! I know! Mr. T argues that track and field are the only “real” Olympic events, and I understand? But I am so bored by track. So. Bored.), I care even less about track qualifying races. YAWNZERS.

3. I am SO SO SO SO SO SICK OF KERRI WALSH AND MISTY FREAKING-MAY-FREAKING-TREANOR. I wish them the best, I hope they win, but is it really truly absolutely necessary to cover every single one of their matches? Really? Where’s Mary Carillo? Couldn’t we be filling this time with a package on rickshaws? Or opium dens or chopsticks?


5. Despite my earlier expressed dislike for track, I have to admit that A. I have respect for hurdles because I’m a complete and total spaz, and could never image being able to hurl my stumpy little legs over one, much less at full gallop and B. A U.S SWEEP!

6. And, yeah, you know what? I’m completely and utterly sick of the gymnastic’s judging malarkey. If this weren’t a family paper I’d have more colorful things to say about this hoo-ha. But suffice it to say, the gymnastics judges at this Olympics have turned this entire thing into a farce, and I’m sick of telling our girls that they were ripped-off and assuring them they should have won. It’s gone beyond infuriating and entered the realm of the absurd.

For shame, Olympic judges.

For. Shame.

If you need me, I’m going to be doing vodka shots with Bela.

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