"Lean to the left, Lean to the right; Stand up, Sit down; Fight fight fight"
How much have you loved watching these Olympics? I've been rivited to the tv, especially from 12-3...am. Please tell me I'm not alone in this. When the bobsledders are going around those hairpin turns going who knows how many "G"s don't you find yourself leaning as though you're turning with them? I am so glad that I watch these games on my own and not with a group.
Picture this: We're all sitting around the tv cheering Apolo Ohno as he speed skates his heart out. He's skating, skating, leaning to the left like he's laying on the ice. The I realize everyone is looking at me because I'm nearly laying on my neighbor's lap. Somehow I feel as though I'm skating with him, Apolo not my neighbor. Can you imagine how mortifying this would be?
Does anyone else do this? I can not be the only one. Isn't it a bit natural? Those cameras zip around the corners with the athletes and do it so fast it feels as though we're traveling with them. As the speed skaters are whipping along right arm swaying back and forth, back and forth, I seriously catch myself swaying. Like all of a sudden my mind notices my body is swaying. When someone wipes out, I jerk as though coming out of a trance. It's such a crazy thing.
Is this a phenomenon? If I Google it, will I find that there's a "leaning" condition?
Can I plop in a rant here while I'm at it? Has anyone noticed the Americans never sing the National Anthem? If any have, I've missed it. They take their hats of and stare at the flag as it's raised to honor the gold medal winner. When the US wins the gold medal they stand there mute. Am I that old that this disappoints me? Where's our national pride? Have you seen the Canadians? They sing with so much spirit, "O! Canada". Us, staring at the flag.
I think there should be a requirement, at least some honor, pride and dignity in our countrymen who are representing us to sing if we win gold. Shouldn't they know the words anyhow? Maybe the US Olympic Committee can hire someone to teach them the words and every morning during the Olympics, they get together for a rousing rendition of The Star Spangle Banner by Francis Scott Key:
*Shelly, why is my cup 1/2 empty? Am I a negative Nelly? Why can't I see the good in people? You're probably right and they are overcome with emotion. Thanks for that insight!