Summer Olympics, Oh Baby

I love watching the Summer Olympics.

There is something so exhilarating about watching
highly motivated,

perfectly sculpted bodied athletes

from your couch ...

while digging into a pint of Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie.

My two favorite events to watch during the Summer Olympics are

swimming and gymnastics...

although last weekend I got dragged into both the

men and women’s bike road race.

(Note to self:  next Olympics watch only the last 3K...

that’s when all the action happens.)

(Thanks to those cyclists who crashed.

It added some much need drama during the middle K's.)

The Olympics is a wonderful opportunity to showcase sports

that don’t normally get attention. 

It puts limelight on lesser known sports such as

archery, fencing, and water polo...

sports that might not otherwise be watched by the public.

(Note to water polo athletes:  get rid of the bonnet/swim caps...

.
you look like Baby Huey.)

I admit I was unhappy when they discontinued chariot racing from the Olympics.  

It has been a while since I've seen good, competitive
chariot racing.

I would venture to say many, many men love watching women’s beach volleyball. 

They especially dig their team uniforms. 

(Unfortunately...with the rainy/chilly London weather,

 many guys have felt cheated out of the full viewing experience.)

Anywhooo...

PaulA has gotten into the Olympic spirit. 

He put a volleyball net up on the beach...

probably thinking he could get the women to wear the

Team USA suit.

We’ve had some rousing volleys and

have only bent the rules slightly...

New rule #1...You can hit the ball

as many times on your side as needed to get it over the net.

Head butts – allowed. 

Kicks – allowed..

New rule #2...the “out” lines are determined...

as we play.  Hard-to-get shots are deemed "out."

Playing beach volleyball may look easy to the casually observer,

but I can tell you from experience...it isn’t.

I have succumbed,

like every great athlete,
to a sports injury.

In a heroic game-saving attempt...I was injured while diving for the ball.

(Okay, maybe I was running for the ball to save it from landing in the water. )

Being the Mic Ultra jock that I am...

I hauled ass after the ball...

running over rocks, shells, and hot coals

when I cut/banged my toe on a rock. 

Only to be beaten to it, by my 9 year old niece...

(There is always a young volleyball jock running up your heels ...

going after the kill...hoping to bump you off.)

I’ve been accused of nursing my sports injury

like some big baby...

Maybe so...

but at least I'm not


wearing a Baby Huey

bonnet.