As we speak, the 2018 Winter Olympics in PyeongChang, Korea, have been underway for a couple of days. Are you watching? I certainly have been!
The Olympics – whether they’re of the summer or winter variety – mean something different to everyone. Some don’t care for them at all, but for others they’re everything. For many they’re a mild diversion, while others become obsessed with them while they’re happening.
Myself, I’m somewhere in the middle, leaning a little closer to the “obsessed” side. I’ve personally always enjoyed the Olympics ever since I was a small child, specifically the winter ones, which I’ve always felt have more interesting events. I’ve always found it a bit funny, actually, because I’ve never been athletic in the slightest, and at points between Olympic events I have little to no interest in spectating sports either. I watch NHL hockey when the Leafs are playing, and on rare occasion I’ll be in the mood to watch the Superbowl or some highly-anticipated world event, but that’s the extent of my desire to shit and watch sports. However, the Winter Olympics? Sign me the hell up! I love watching the skaters, the skiers, and the bobsleighers. I get ridiculously riled up while watching Canada’s men’s and women’s hockey teams, and I get almost disturbingly invested in curling. Though I may not be as obsessed as some other spectators, I spend each Winter Olympics doing my best to catch as many events as possible, marveling at the acts of athleticism that I could never fathom accomplishing myself.
Oddly enough, I’m not a particularly patriotic person – I believe Canada is a wonderful place to live, but I wouldn’t consider myself to have an invested level of intense pride, or anything. However, during these events I get so worked up, wanting to see Canadian athletes take as many medals as possible. My eyes end up glued to the TV or computer screen as I struggle to recall the rules and intricacies of events I only ever watch twice a decade. I cheer like a maniac when Canada wins a medal, and I feel genuine, empathetic upset whenever an athlete – any athlete – makes a mistake and realizes they’ve lost their chance to bring honor back to their country.
There’s just something about these sports, at this time of year, being watched by the entire world, that is so exciting, so emotional, so connected, and so awe-inspiring. Perhaps even a little humbling, as I realize that some of these athletes who have just been declared the best in the world have only been alive half as long as I have. That is pure insanity to me,and yeah, okay, maybe I am a little proud, because even if I don’t know them personally, some of these amazing people come from my neck of the woods, and you can’t help but feel that that makes it more special and amazing, somehow.
So for the next 15 days or so I’ll be sticking pretty close to my laptop, watching live when I can and catching up on results when I can’t, celebrating and commiserating with my country as required, and crossing my fingers just a little that we take home more medals than the US. ^_~
Are you watching the 2018 Winter Olympics? Why or why not? What are your favorite sports? How is your country doing so far? Feel free to share!