Friday, August 20, 2004
Love is a contact sport
You gotta move in tight
If you wanna do it right, here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you wanna play the game
So grab my hand and.... slam!
-Whitney Houston
Well I tried. But same as last time. The Olympics bore me. Higher? ho hum, Further? whatever, Faster? fageddabowdit. There was a great ESPN promo a few years ago that highlighted about twenty golden moments in sport during a 60 second spot. No voice over, no graphics, just amazing clips, and all it said at the end was 'You'd better watch, because it might happen' - but man, with these Olympics I've tried watching but it just ain't happening. I end up watching odd sports that I didn't know existed with competitors from countries I'd never heard of, commented on by our very own curiously named commentators - Lavina Good anyone?
Not that I've watched a whole lot but for me the undoubted highlight was when the New Zealand women’s rowing pair ended up in the drink. I don't say that to be cruel, I've been thrown out of the odd boat in my time, but their sheer determination to get back in and finish the race was something to behold. Actually now I write about it I think I may enjoyed it far more than I should have, but that probably has more to do with my longstanding mermaid fetish (imagine half girl, half fish!) than what was actually on screen. Oh well, they’re in the finals now, I may just have to watch.
Anyhow last night I tried a different approach. I muted the television, opened a bottle of wine and put on an Aerosmith record, which remarkably made me feel a lot better, or made me feel remarkably better, or at the very least made the swimming a hell of a lot more rock 'n roll. It also got me thinking how much better the Olympics would be if they were a little bit more rock n' roll. While you could argue that Marion Jones has more in common with Courtney Love than you'd like to think, wouldn't it be great if real rock 'n rollers played a part. They obviously couldn't compete, but may I suggest that in Beijing 2008 they at least be allowed to officiate? Imagine Phil Spector firing the 100 metres starting gun, Slash refereeing the hockey (man you are so offside it aint funny) and that dude from Poison with the eye shadow could sing 'Unskinny Bop' while umpiring discus. All right!
And so dribbles out my 100th post.
You gotta move in tight
If you wanna do it right, here I am
Love is a contact sport
You gotta act untamed
If you wanna play the game
So grab my hand and.... slam!
-Whitney Houston
Well I tried. But same as last time. The Olympics bore me. Higher? ho hum, Further? whatever, Faster? fageddabowdit. There was a great ESPN promo a few years ago that highlighted about twenty golden moments in sport during a 60 second spot. No voice over, no graphics, just amazing clips, and all it said at the end was 'You'd better watch, because it might happen' - but man, with these Olympics I've tried watching but it just ain't happening. I end up watching odd sports that I didn't know existed with competitors from countries I'd never heard of, commented on by our very own curiously named commentators - Lavina Good anyone?
Not that I've watched a whole lot but for me the undoubted highlight was when the New Zealand women’s rowing pair ended up in the drink. I don't say that to be cruel, I've been thrown out of the odd boat in my time, but their sheer determination to get back in and finish the race was something to behold. Actually now I write about it I think I may enjoyed it far more than I should have, but that probably has more to do with my longstanding mermaid fetish (imagine half girl, half fish!) than what was actually on screen. Oh well, they’re in the finals now, I may just have to watch.
Anyhow last night I tried a different approach. I muted the television, opened a bottle of wine and put on an Aerosmith record, which remarkably made me feel a lot better, or made me feel remarkably better, or at the very least made the swimming a hell of a lot more rock 'n roll. It also got me thinking how much better the Olympics would be if they were a little bit more rock n' roll. While you could argue that Marion Jones has more in common with Courtney Love than you'd like to think, wouldn't it be great if real rock 'n rollers played a part. They obviously couldn't compete, but may I suggest that in Beijing 2008 they at least be allowed to officiate? Imagine Phil Spector firing the 100 metres starting gun, Slash refereeing the hockey (man you are so offside it aint funny) and that dude from Poison with the eye shadow could sing 'Unskinny Bop' while umpiring discus. All right!
And so dribbles out my 100th post.
