I thought the Olympics were supposed to be about the joy of competition?
I'm not a huge fan of the Winter Olympics. Maybe growing up in Houston had something to do with my lack of appreciation of the intricacies and nuances of curling. But I did learn to ski when I was 30 yo and truly love it.
My brother organized ski trips every year for a group of guys and we had so much fun. We all looked forward to those yearly trips with great anticipation. I don't get to ski as much as I would like anymore and my brother now has a wife and 2 small children; so the yearly boy's ski trips are a thing of the past.
In a way, I think that is what the Winter Olympics is missing...love of the game. The only thing that seems to matter is the medal count. My country beat your country. The Russians were denied! The Canadians got beat on their own ice! The Koreans fell and 'We' took their medals!
Unfortunately, it really isn't about the thrill of the games or the passion of doing one's best for the world to see. It isn't even about the best of amateur athletics, camaraderie or sportsmanship.
I loved those ski trips with my little brother; it wasn't the location, quality of the powder or who got down the fastest. It was 2 brothers from Houston enjoying life, together.
Maybe that's what the winter games are missing.
My brother organized ski trips every year for a group of guys and we had so much fun. We all looked forward to those yearly trips with great anticipation. I don't get to ski as much as I would like anymore and my brother now has a wife and 2 small children; so the yearly boy's ski trips are a thing of the past.
In a way, I think that is what the Winter Olympics is missing...love of the game. The only thing that seems to matter is the medal count. My country beat your country. The Russians were denied! The Canadians got beat on their own ice! The Koreans fell and 'We' took their medals!
Unfortunately, it really isn't about the thrill of the games or the passion of doing one's best for the world to see. It isn't even about the best of amateur athletics, camaraderie or sportsmanship.
I loved those ski trips with my little brother; it wasn't the location, quality of the powder or who got down the fastest. It was 2 brothers from Houston enjoying life, together.
Maybe that's what the winter games are missing.
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