Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Is there anything else on?
“It’s two weeks every four years. Quit your whining.”
This is what my beloved husband says to me every time I have inquired about channel surfing the past week.
Is it un-American not to enjoy the Olympics? Am I a Commie?
If being American means valuing materialism then I am red, white and blue! I want another TV! A while back, John and I made a decision that we only needed one TV in the house. Having more TVs breaks up the family and there are only three of us.
I agreed. Silly me.
Now I am stuck watching every kind of rowing or skulling or whatever it is, sword-fighting, (I know it is called something else) diving and volleyball. Whenever I suggest to John that he doesn’t like or ever, ever, ever watch these sports in real life, he looks at me, scowls and says, “It’s two weeks every four years. Quit your whining.”
Now I will admit to loving two sports. Women’s gymnastics. Go Shawn Johnson! And swimming. I don’t know anyone who doesn’t recognize the name Michael Phelps. I let Noah stay up late the other night to watch the 8th gold medal race. We couldn’t help but cheer and give each other high fives.
Noah just finished a summer of swim team. He loved it. And sure enough, the other night he looked at John and me, quite soberly, and asked, “In 2016 I will be 17. Is that old enough to try out for the Olympics?”
After we said yes, he added. “I think I can beat Michael Phelps’ record.”
I love the Olympics and Michael Phelps for that. Inspiring 9-year-olds to dream and work for their dreams, well, that is worth the two weeks.
Yesterday evening I noticed John was watching Star Trek. I felt somehow vindicated that I had caught him being real and not some fake fanatical sports freak who has to watch every minute of those games in order to be American.
“Aha!” I said. “You are tired of it all, aren’t you?”
I smiled in victory.
He looked at me, scowled and pointed the remote to the TV. He flipped it to NBC and I saw that the local news was on.
I looked back at my beloved.
He said, “It’s two weeks every four years. Quit your whining.”