olympic fever

Oh, I have it — BAD. MB’s brother is here in the States, all the way over from Australia, and the two of them have gone up to the deep dark middle of nowhere to surprise their parents. They’re having some good long-awaited brotherly bonding time. I could have gone with them, but it just didn’t seem right. They need their time without a wife in the way.

So I’m here at home, baking and writing and painting and puttering — all with the Olympics on constant play in the background. It’s bad. I’m like some little old lady obsessed with her “progrums.” I mean, I watched fencing yesterday, for God’s sake. Fencing! And I loved it, too!

Yes. I’m an Olympic junkie, all hopped up on vicarious achievement, soaring patriotism, and temporary international rapport.

It’s a beautiful thing.

Prepare yourselves for lots of Olympic commentary during the next two weeks.

Oooh! Water polo! Gotta go watch my progrums.

UPDATE: US Men’s Water Polo trivia — 2 players are local boys, having played for that monolith of local HS water polo teams, Coronado High School. Also, get this: The shortest player on the team is 6-1, tallest is 6-7. Pardon me, but hubba hubba. That’s my kind of team. (I like me the swimmer types.)

Oh …. and we just kicked China’s bottom, 8-4. I’m glad I’m watching this alone and not with Le Brother. He cannot watch without coaching and yelling the entire game; doesn’t matter who’s playing. I mean, the dude has a water polo goal in his home pool and holds some of his practices there. The Banshee could hang by her arms from the goal frame for over 10 seconds when she was two years old — with a sort of gleeful, world-domination smile on her face. The upper body strength in this family is frightening.