. . . I didn’t watch the Olympics.
At all.
Oh, well, one night while we enjoyed fajitas at the local restaurant, their T.V. was on and we saw a couple of guys dive.
They were good.
But . . .
. . . I felt my blood pressure rising and just decided to be cool. Why spoil a wonderfully fresh meal with nearly naked guys getting wet for fun and/or profit,
albeit very skillfully?
They say everybody who was anybody was watching. I don’t know.
WordPress says those who were not watching are rare.
I am one of the rare ones.
I was busy.
I was enjoying really good food with a really handsome guy.
Other times, I was mowing, blogging, counseling, bathing, cleaning house, sleeping, washing clothes, baking, wrapping gifts, ironing, helping my grown son move.
Out.
I already have a life.
I already have something to do.
I also did not blog about the Olympics.
Really, some kids competed and somebody won?
Good.
Rumors that it was rigged?
Nothing new.
AS IN: THIS IS NOT NEWS.
Happens all the time.
When they killed a bunch in Germany during the Olympics, that was news.
I really never wanted to watch much, after that.
Rare.
To care.
To dare.
To admit I wasn’t there.
I don’t do football, either.
Nor baseball, unless my grandson asks.
The only sport that really interests me, anymore, is volleyball.
If I get to play.
Your serve.
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photo credit: hops_76
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