Alright, I’m not an expert on all of the Olympic events. I’m a little rusty as far as basketball rules go. I haven’t played since…gosh, NBA Live ’98.
Watching the Olympic games is a great opportunity to see near-freakish aptitude in things that you simply do not think about most days of the year. It can be a touch demoralizing. I was watching the opening ceremonies and realizing how wee many of the US Olympians are. “They’re all about 10 years younger than me and each of them is already better in their given sport than I will ever be,” I moped. My significant other countered, “Yea, but you got to have a childhood.” Touché, sweetheart. Touché. (LOL FENCING JOKE)
Even if there are some sacrifices to be made, you have to appreciate the dedication these guys have. I’ve mentioned in other posts that the bodied disciplines have never been my defining activities. They really are for these people. They have dedicated a portion of their lives to perfection of, in some cases, a single task. There’s a kind of a Zen-archery Japanese-tea-ceremony-level attention to minutia. I wonder if they take their pursuits on such a meditative wavelength.
I mean, I got pretty in the zone perfecting that one level in Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater, so I totally know what it’s like.