I tried watching some Olympic coverage last night. Big mistake. The jingoism of the commentators and nasty spirit of some of their remarks on the non-American participants reminded me of why I can't watch sports anymore. I used to be a Celtic fan (in the old days of graduate school). One season I watched 80 of the 82 basketball games (partly dissertation aversion), wore a Kevin Mackale sp.? T shirt, even called a local sports program to protest the new coaches substitution policy (before they put me on the air they asked me how old I was).
Then the first gulf war happened.
After that I couldn't bear to watch any competitve team sport. I was cured.
Speaking of sports, my niece is the goali of the Palestinan Women National Soccer Team (yes, there's such a thing). She's 14. I hear she's good and I think it's super cool. Go Muna. And no I'm not being inconsistent.