Olympic Groundhog

I have a confession to make: I am bored to tears with the Olympics (with the exception of a couple of events, but I can easily do without those). I was rooting against my beautiful Bay Area getting saddled with the stupid games, and was elated when the bid went elsewhere. Yippeee! Let Newyawk deal with the traffic, security issues, and associated headaches.

Anyway, I used to like the Olympics, but they have steadily grown to the same over-bloated self-importance that I associate with Walt Disney or Steven Spielberg. They really lost me when they turned pro.

When it seems that Olympics fever has gone on long enough, I emerge from my hole to check: Olympics? Yes? No?

Melanie informs me that we are only about half way through. So, back to my hole, and it will be another six weeks of fog. Or is it the other way around?