Olympic Fever!

     Yes, I admit it.  I have Olympic Fever.  Even though I describe myself as the ultimate inept athlete I really enjoy both the Summer and the Winter Olympics.  The number one reason is it plays to my jingoistic tendencies that my country is competing against the rest of the world and the pride that instills.  It even doesn't matter whether we win or not, even though it is sweeter when we do, it is that we are participating in an event that puts so many countries and cultures together in an non-violent way where we all are in an adversarial position that isn't life threatening.  In fact I will even cheer for countries not my own, like Russia when Sharapova plays or Murray in doubles tennis.  But, when the U.S. is in the game I am all in for us!
     Too bad we can't be like some primitive African tribes that settle their disputes by yelling insults and the one who comes up with the best one wins.  Can you imagine if Iran would participate in a 4000 kilometer bike race to determine if they continue with their nuclear arms program and abides by the results.  So many things could be resolved in using sports to resolve disputes.  I wish John Lennon got his wish in his song "Imagine"  Wait, I have an idea!!  Mitt Romney and Barack Obama could play a one on one game of basketball to see who gets to be president.  Yea, but that would take me out of the loop and at least now I can pretend that big money isn't a factor and my vote really counts.  At least now I can express my opinion by voting, even if no one wants to listen.  So I guess sports can't solve everything.  At least the Olympics kicked off most of the negativity of the campaign of the front page and the air waves for a short time.
     Sorry,   I have to take one more parting shot.  When you lie for a living you should know when to do it properly.  Mitt Romney went to England to watch his horse perform.  In an interview  he belittles the English for not being prepared enough to run the Olympics and a few other barbs.  Does he have "Mad Cow" disease?  Certainly "Hoof -in -mouth" disease!  It was like when your wife comes out of the dressing room with a new dress (you guessed it) and says "Does this dress make me look fat?"  Your answer is.......wait for it...."Why no dear, I think  look lovely."  If you want to keep peace in the house!