I don’t really care about sports.
Let’s get that out of the way right now. I have respect for most athletes (the
ones that don’t do notably bad things, at least) because of the time they put
in and the lengths they often go to for their chosen sport, but I have no real
interest in playing them, nor do I care who is currently doing the best at
them. As a result, the Olympics mostly passed me by without a second thought.
Sure, America’s swimming and gymnastics teams did fantastically, but we’re one
of the wealthiest nations on Earth; of course our athletes are going to be
among the best. The one story that really did jump out at me was that of Oscar
Pistorius, a South African sprinter who made it into the semifinals and then
finished that semifinal dead last. Why did he jump out at me? Because he was
born with no legs.
