During the Men's hockey final between Canada and the U.S. at the Vancouver 2010 Olympics, I managed to find a riveting ( not ), essential ( not ) task in our kitchen, all the while humming very loudly so as not to hear the sportscast airing in the family room. Today, during the tense Canada/Latvia Hockey Game, in which for moments it appeared that we may not advance to the Gold medal final, I adjourned to another room and asked Jim to turn down the TV. Tears flow as I watch our successful athletes mount the podium. I have been known to sob during the playing of our National Anthem. I am a mess! Perhaps I should apply as the national poster lady for Kleenex.
Developed and fine-tuned over the years, my recipe for watching the Winter Olympic Games when Team Canada is involved has become:
1 pillow +
2 ear plugs
1 Major Diversion or room out of audio range.
1 Giant Box of Kleenex +
1 Internet Olympic Summary +
and I am a happy camper. No racing heart beat, no rising blood pressure. Hard to believe, but I love these games, I just can't watch them on the first run through.
Anxious? Yup! Stressed? Yup! There is something very wrong with me. The final diagnosis, I am loathe to admit, is that I am a chicken or the cowardly lion or yellow-bellied or all three. You choose!
Please excuse me, but I am now off to watch Olympic re-runs. I thank the powers that be that these games only held once every four years.