A Woman's Prerogative

I changed my mind about the Olympics.

Before I said that I couldn't get worked up about them (it?), but the opening ceremonies last night hooked me in.

I'm not sure that there are enough adjectives available for me to adequately describe what I saw, so, uh....wow. 

And like I do when I watch figure skating (which I don't really like so much, really) and when I listen to big, loud symphonic music, I got a lump in my throat when the Americans marched in.  That's the thing about the Olympics, maybe, they balance you between past and future.  Every Olympic games reminds you of the other Olympics you've watched and the stories you heard then and the "personal interest" miniseries the commentators subject you to every ten minutes as you try to watch the final heat of a swim race.  But, and especially true in this case since this is all happening in China at this moment in history, the symbolism of the spectacle points forward into the future. 

And Michael Phelps just set an Olympic record in a qualifying heat for the 400 IM. 


*If anyone would like to by an R, there seems to be an extra one up there in the title in the middle of the word "prerogative." 

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