If sitting on the sofa for hours on end – sometimes until ridiculous o’clock in the morning – were an Olympic sport, then The Hero would definitely be in contention for a Gold Medal.
Since the Games have begun he’s spent inordinate amounts of time watching the tv; he’s taken over the remote control and guards it with a fervour that would surely be appreciated by many athletes as they covet the illusive Olympic medals. He switches between channels as the sports rotate and seems to now have an in-depth knowledge of the presenters’ rota on most of the stations.
He listens carefully to what all the pundits say, sometimes nodding sagely in agreement and other times poo-pooing their comments and interpretations, and growing increasingly irritated when I point out that last week he hadn’t even heard of the keirin or the omnium (track cycle racing events) and yet today he’s arguing with the pundits (through the tv) about the finer points of the sport – a sport which they have all spent years competing in and he has only just discovered!
He gets quite animated when any sports he really enjoys come on screen, or if there happens to be an Irish competitor in an event (we’re all fairly patriotic though, aren’t we) he tends to jump around a lot and shout inanities at the poor athletes as they slog their way around a stadium, in a boxing ring or up and down a pool.
The Olympics is a great occasion to reassess what “being (insert nationality here)” means to you. In our house it has meant a number of things; it’s meant I get to have much fewer, and less scintillating, conversations with my husband and I definitely get to watch less tv myself. But, it also brings out a pride in who we are, where we’re from, a sense that we’re all in this together – we shout and roar on the competitors from Ireland, without giving a damn what sport they’re competing in or the fact that we’ve no clue of the rules. But for that brief moment in time that sportsman, or sportswoman, has a nation at their back driving them forwards, they have the hopes and aspirations of a people willing them towards the finish line, and it’s magical.
The Olympics may be many things, and they do have their detractors like everything else. But in our home, when the tv goes on and The Hero takes his position for starters’ gun, we are united, and it’s worth it!