If there were an event for blogging, I’d come in thirty-fifth, from a field of twenty-four competitors. Every two years, we (the planet) display the current crop of trained seals. I mean, athletes. Breathless commentary about the dedication, wash-waah, from equally self-important broadcasters. For the most part, the usual suspects remain the leaders.
Why? Because that’s where the money is. Was. Wherever. Laundering for certain and no evidence to support my opinion. So, all this money spent for – bragging rights? Unbelievable. Someone is making bank from it. I do not have it in for the contestants, all power to them. It’s the movers and shakers behind the scenes. Kiss their ass and the shiny baubles are yours.
Now entering the final stretch of this two week madness. With that term; why aren’t track events called like horse races? And the guy who got bronze after testing for COVID? (tell me that C19 wasn’t just a simple flu variant – yes, many folk have died, but those may have had extenuating / genetic circumstances ).
Another gripe is the hopping around between events. I get that the network wants to keep viewers glued to their channel, but there’s only so much going on at one time. Focus on one sport, wait for the medals and move on. Replays are for people working other shifts. If viewers want stream 24/7, great. I can’t tell when I’ve seen replays (passed as LIVE in the upper corner) when I know who won. And I’m not even paying attention for the better part.
Medal tallys. I don’t know how it’s reported outside of the U.S., but please stop adjusting the numbers to suggest the national team is doing the best. It’s mentally healthy to lose sometimes. You want statistics to brag on? How about a constant ticker across the bottom of the screen showing how many hours your government has gone without a military action? Without a scandal? Without a human rights abuse? Without a balanced budget? (I can go on, but you get the idea.)
Even the politics has taken a backseat in the clown car parade. But come Monday morning, the day of the shiny knives will be on full display. Actually, maybe Wednesday. Gotta have some humility brag room.
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