Skip to main content

Man on Olympics




A commentary on the current 2012 Olympic games..... from a male point of view.

There's been a lot of talk about the summer Olympics in recent days, from the opening ceremonies to some criticism of the NBC broadcasts of the events. While I'm not normally a fan of sports, it's hard not to get caught up in Olympic fever. What better way to celebrate the world competition -- centered in London, England this year -- than to offer-up my own commentary of events thus far?

Ok, here we go!



First up, is Water Polo. This is where some tough, sinewy men (and women, too) get all wet in the water and toss balls back and forth to each other. Gurl, I know that's gotta' be fun! I find myself rooting for Team Hungary in this one, as they're the reigning champs, and I'm part Hungarian, on my mother's side.



Next we have Basketball. Gotta root for Team USA here, and little Deron Williams -- former Illini -- bringing up the rear. I know I would!



How about that Women's Sand Volleyball?

Hated it!



Next we take a look at Artistic Gymnastics. You know, I felt really bad for Israeli gymnast Valeria Maksyuta, when she took a tumble off the uneven bars. Still, I give those sparkly little sequins on her outfit a 10 out of 10!


Of great interest to us here at Man on Olympics is the Pole Vaulting competition, when shapely young athletes take a firm grip on some poles and doing all sort of things with them. Now that's an Olympic sport I can relate to!



Then we come to Men's Swimming. You know, I gotta say that while Michael Phelps hasn't performed as well in 2012 as in year's past, I have to give him credit for showing good sportmanship. There he was after an event, standing there with his teammates, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breathing, muscles just rippling, talking about what a good job the team did. And how about that little Tom Daley, the British swimmer who's got people buzzing this year with his cute looks and high talent? Gurl.... set me to vibrate!



Finally, let's take a moment to recognize some of the bravest Olympians out there: those brave men who have dared to be included on female teams. Go ahead -- y'all push that envelope! Let's give a round of applause to Megan Rapinoe, proud member of the U.S. Olympic Women's Soccer team. And let's cheer-on Natalie Cook, as he helps the Australian Women's Beach Volleyball team try and win the gold! It's so inspiring to see these gender barriers coming down, kind of like how Wimbledon let that Venus Williams compete in the Women's Finals.

Hold on a minute.... I'm being informed that Megan Rapinoe, Natalie Cook and Venus Williams are all women. Clutch the pearls, what a sneaky thing to do!

Oh, well. The great thing about the Summer Olympics is that it's a fun occasion for over two-hundred nations to come together and compete without bloodshed. It's a peaceful, good-natured time, changing locales every four years, allowing us to see the world. And some fine athletes. Can I get an amen?




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

If You Could Read My Mind

Dance clubs are a funny thing. They contain within their walls a life force and vibrancy sometimes unmatched anywhere else. When dusk settles and the lights come on, people will flood the dance floors to gyrate to music with hypnotic beats and songs about love, lust and fun at the disco. At gay bars, this sort of scenario usually increases ten-fold. It isn't for everyone, but for many it is a respite from the harsh realities of the real word. It is a place that isn't just a structure, but a sanctuary where folks -- minorities in their own communities -- can take shelter and unwind with abandon, at least for a few nighttime hours.
As someone who benefited greatly from such an aforementioned gay dance club, you can imagine my dismay at news of the closing of Chester Street Bar. In business for over three decades, gay-owned and operated, there was a time when C-Street (as it was known by most) was the only haven for those in the LGBT community, near and far, to enjoy themselves …

Third Death

My father has had three funerals. The third (though perhaps not final) one, was last night.
In reality, Lewis died in 1997. Cancer. Aged 52. He had a real funeral. I was there. The next two funerals occurred only in my dreams, yet they seemed real at the time, and their impact during the waking hours was keenly felt.
You see, during the intervening nineteen years, Lewis has come back to life in my dreams, many times. It is more than simply having a dream about him. During these nighttime images, it is noted that Lewis shouldn't be there, that he died of cancer and is resting six feet under. How, then, could he be alive and, seemingly, healthy?

Thoughts on an Election

Before I get started on the ruminations of the 2016 U.S. Presidential Election, I'll begin by saying I really have no clue as to who our next president will be. I've always fretted over the outcome of elections, regardless of the polls, and this year is no different. Especially this year. A good case can be made as to why Hillary Clinton will become our 45th president. All one has to do is look at the polls. Clinton has a comfortable lead in many states, enough to make one think that she will win handily on November 8th.
Of course, polls can be wrong. 538 gives Clinton's changes of winning in the low-mid 80 percent range. Several polls would seem to agree. Many Republicans are jumping ship from Trump. The race looks over. But of course, humanity isn't as easily predictable as polling would have us believe. Things happen. People can surprise us. And, for better or worse, I think that Donald Trump may very well become our next president.