Where is The Olympic Luster?
Anyone remember when the Olympics meant something? Anyone remember an era when people rooted for their countries to bring home the most gold medals and there were compelling stories of rising above poverty, obstacles, distress, injury and an assortment of challenges to take home Olympic glory?
There was a day when I watched the Olympics with some sort of passion (as much as a twelve-year-old could anyway). But it seems, I no longer have any such sentiment. I really coun’t care any less about the Olympics.
I wonder why that is.
Have I become too disenfranchised by the commercialism of it? Is it because there is little about the Winter Games that I enjoy? (I absolutely loathe figure skating and hockey). I am really not sure, but it almost makes me sad.