TV in the Bedroom Keeps the Beacon of The Beijing Olympics Alive
August 19, 2008 4:30 PM | 0 Comments
For the past few nights we've been staying in my oldest brother Jeff''s condo in Virginia Beach, and wouldn't you know it: There is a TV in our bedroom.
Aaacckkk.If you know me, you know how I feel about TVs in the bedroom. My sports fan husband Bryan, who occasionally has trouble sleeping, has been up to his old tricks, the old tricks prior to the banishment of the TV from our home master bedroom. In the middle of the night, the TV, on mute (he is not an insensitive brute), has been popping on like a lighthouse trying to lead its ship to shore. In this case it is the lost sports fan trying to navigate his way home.
Another TV haunting from The Sports Widow's perspective is the neverending televised 2008 Little League Baseball World Series. The coverage of this event is continually blaring in the background reminding me of what my fate could have been: a one-way ticket to Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Since my 10-year-old son Austin was in the 10/11-year-old bracket, the World Series wasn't even a possibility, but this could all change next year. Each time they run a commercial promoting it, my 8-year-old daughter Caroline swoons because The Jonas Brothers are featured in it.OK, so how we're proceeding to random thoughts regarding NBC and the The Beijing Olympics.Question: What sadist devised some of these events like the pommelhorse? That contraption is insane.Question: What happens to Olympic hopefuls, who don't ever reach The Olympics or reach The Olympics and don't know where to go? Well, I know from experience that some of them end up in places like Water Country USA. I kid you not. After wandering around the grounds with the rest of America, many of them chomping on fried foods or gigantic turkey legs a la Fred Flintstone or Henry the 8th -- a human carnival of the overweight, underweight, amazing and just right -- we were treated to a stage show at the Caban-A-Rama Theatre in which we were dazzled by the fit, nubile, well-constructed bodies of Junior Olympians and world champs from all over the world performing death-defying dives and feats. Personally, I felt like it was a bit of a demotion, akin to the point in Spinal Tap where the band is playing at a county fair, but my husband reminded me that these kids are young and that travelling the world and being given the opportunity to pick up cute girls is compensation enough. And, so it goes...
The Sports Widow (still reporting from Virginia Beach)(aka Nan Hall)
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