Over the past week, I’ve spent anywhere from 2 hours to 5 hours a night watching Olympic coverage. I’ve seen our women’s gymnastics team get the gold. I’ve seen Misty May play more volleyball than I ever thought I’d see in my lifetime, and I now understand how a headwind can affect a pole vaulter’s performance.
I also understand the struggle of Olympic moms (Thanks P&G), and I learned that Olympic boxers eat at McDonalds and that Matthew Perry and a monkey both have new shows coming up on NBC. Those last three things, I’ve learned over and over and over again to the point where I want to run screaming from the room when the commercials air for the 59th time in one week.