We'll happily tell anybody willing to listen how much we despise the Olympics, and how they bring out the worst in American flag clothing, frenetic flag waving, and general jingoism. We've been good in previous years in avoiding them altogether, often by clapping our hands over our ears when the conversation turned to the Olympics and going "La La La La La". But this year, something happened. Namely, we were forced to watch them, as they seemed to be on the television every time we went to the gym. And we--erk--actually found ourselves caught up in them. (Especially in the really sexy events, like women's beach volleyball and women's water polo.)
But the worst part, and we still haven't gotten over it, is how effortlessly and naturally we found ourselves rooting for the American teams. It was totally disheartening. Turns out we're a patriot! And no better than the flag wavers we so despise. No matter how hard we tried to get ourselves to root for the non-U.S. team, it was no go. In our heart of hearts we wanted the American team to get the gold, shameful as it is to admit in public.
So there, that's our confession. We're glad they're almost over, and hopefully we'll be able to forget our horrible lapse in good taste. At least until the next Olympics, when we'll burn with shame all over again.