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House Of Sports

8 Aug

Morgan Freeman is back and I’m listening.

He makes me want to be an Olympian … just so he can narrate my life.

I don’t know if The Olympics are big at your house but they sure bring my family together morning, noon, and night. We get pumped over here, so when someone feels a lack of enthusiasm I must remind them that I come from a House of Sports.

Now I just don’t passively watch it. I’m an enthusiastic fan, which is why I hesitate when a friend of mine recently invited me to a quick getaway for a few days before the school year starts. Hang out. Let the kids  play in the pool. Get out of the house which was desperately needed.

But … It’s The Olympics.


I’m all for hanging out and drinking wine and chit-chatting, but when gold is on the line and my country is close to the podium I’m gonna have to be glued to the television. Surprisingly not many of my friends are into sports, like myself. Only a few share my love of Peyton Manning, Monday Night Football, hoop dreams, sideouts,  400 relay teams, a love for Coach Eric Taylor, Morgan Freeman commercials, Hoosiers, Miracle, The Natural and other sports movies.

So they may not understand the importance of Olympics, they may be passive about it or maybe they’re just as excited as I am when I hear the tannnn-tannnnn-ta-tannnn-tan-tan-tan-tan-tan-tan tannnnn. Don’t know.

But what I do know is that come night time, when all the kids are in bed and some of the girls want to get to chit-chatting or drinking, I’m gonna have to steer them towards the television and remind them that I come from a House of Sports. And Michael Phelps will be swimming, Aly Raisman will be taking the floor, and Kerri Walsh Jennings will be hitting the beach. So NBC  will probably be blaring from the TV or iPad. But I’ll encourage them to bring their treats.

I Was Having Olympic Withdrawals … Just Olympics No Stupid Ryan Seacrest

13 Aug


Taaaaaaaan-Taaaaaaaaaaan Ta-Taaaaaan Tan Tan Tan …

I guess the trumpets sound better.

I know most people are probably sick of it. You hear the trumpets, the bugles, the cymbals crashing and then you hear Bob Costas and you think ah crap not again. Four to six hours of coverage, c’mon now.

You probably don’t even want to see another athlete with their hand across their chest staring at the flag. You’re probably tired of all the back stories. You’re tired of stupid Ryan Seacrest trying to look all journalistic-worthy with his highlighted hair. I know I’m sick of him. But in truth I was having Olympic Game withdrawals today.

Just Olympics no stupid Ryan Seacrest.

Some of you may want to put out a hit on me right now just for saying that, or maybe not even come back, but I had to say it. I did. I’d become an Olympic geek. Well in truth I’ve always been a Summer Olympics aficionado. I mean look at me I said aficionado. I’m fervent. But it’s the inner athlete in me.  I mean after watching Michael Phelps, I swear I went out looking for a swimsuit and goggles.

But there was no swimming, no beach volleyball, no gymnastics, no track and field. No cheering on your favorite athlete. No putting the kibosh on the other athletes hoping they would mess up somehow so that your favorite athlete comes out on top. No inner athlete trying to get out. No Olympic discussion on how awesome that race or match happened to be. Well in truth no one in this household other than myself and my four-year old son cared. Our conversations were pretty short.

No in this household, it was all about telenovelas on Univision, or motor city bragging rights on the Speed Channel or golf swing mechanics on the Golf Channel.

I was a little burned out by the lack of patriotism in the household — the lack of athletic appreciation for the non-professional athletes. But there was no use, if you’re not into, you’re not into it.

There was no athletic excitement today, even though there were MLB baseball games happening it just wasn’t the same — no Olympic medal excitement on the line. No this-is-it moments happening. And I think that’s what drew me in — that there was only one chance. It was the SuperBowl and March Madness combined into one opportunity. If it didn’t happen for the athlete in that moment on that day, then they would have to wait another four years for another opportunity. They had to cowboy up and bring it, or go home.

The funny thing is that even though it inspired me to get all athletic and put on my New Balance shoes, hit the beach with a volleyball, or attempt the butterfly stroke, it was too damn hot over here to do anything — that is unless I woke up at the crack of dawn. But if you know me that wasn’t gonna happen. So I stayed indoors, with my butt making a permanent imprint on the sofa.

Today my butt was still on the sofa … but instead of watching sports history happen, I was just having withdrawals. There was no excitement factor today. No athletes holding up the number one. No Olympic theme song with the trumpets.

I had nothing like that going on here today … I’ll have to wait another four years. I don’t know, maybe I’ll rent the Hunger Games.

I’m sure all the Olympic athletes are going to come home and do the talk show circuit and possibly earn a couple of Subway, Gatorade, or Wheaties endorsement deals. But it’s not the same.

I’m gonna miss the athletes racing to the finish line. I’m gonna miss those “YES!” moments, those high-five moments with my son. I’m probably going to miss those Morgan Freeman Visa Commercials. This is what happens when you’re an Olympic geek — you have withdrawals. So I wait … I wait for another four years.


The Power Struggle Eased By the DVR

29 Jul

It measures eight inches long and two inches wide, and it creates a power struggle.

The power struggle.

Yes, every relationship goes through this. And some couples may not admit it, but at one point or another it existed. Yes it has.

The almighty remote control. It has the power to instigate the eye-roll, the smacking of the lips, the deep exhale, the shaking of the head, and the disbelief that your partner, dude, wife, baby-daddy, girlfriend, or love interest can watch something so stupid.

Television remote control

Television remote control (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The remote control, is like the ring in the Lord of The Rings and you’re all aiming to be Frodo. You don’t want to be Sam — the sidekick — on this one. You want to be the main hobbit. You want that power … that power to change the channel and dictate the entertainment for the evening. You really don’t want to get stuck watching some crappy show, knowing full well that an awesome hour-long program is on another channel. So it becomes a race for the remote control. And this race usually takes place after the kids are put to bed.

After bath time, brushing teeth time, diaper time, pajama time, and reading books time, it’s finally sleeping time. And you do your best to put them to sleep. You sass them, bribe them, hug them, love them, and threaten to take Lightening McQueen away from them in order to get them to fall asleep faster. All these efforts in order to get to the remote control first, in order to have an upper hand in the remote control battle.

Now if you have the exact same taste in television programs, the power struggle may be nonexistent for you. But this is rare. Other times the struggle does not exist because one partner has completely given up all remote control rights and the pursuit of television happiness. They just sit there … absorbing electricity.

This did not happen in The Guat household tonight. Tonight we had the remote control battle. The struggle.

There it was … the Olympics … An extraordinary event that takes place every four years where we send our best athletes to compete against the world. An exciting, exhilarating competitive event that involves a gold medal and has you at the edge of your couch yelling c’mon! This is what I wanted to watch. I wanted to be that chic on the edge, yelling C’MON!

Then we had something called Animation Domination of the Fox Network. Something that happens every week. Cartoons. We’re talking about cartoons. Not even new cartoons. Reruns. And not even the entire lineup of Animation Domination. Just partial. The Simpson. American Dad and Family Guy. Have you seen this? I’m not a big fan, especially when I could be watching the Olympics.

And as I came downstairs from putting both kids to sleep. There it was — the remote control — sitting on the couch, up for grabs. But his hands happened to get a hold of it first. And then there it was … the exasperated sigh, the eye roll, the I can’t believe he chose to watch this crap.

So after about five minutes. I restated my it-happens-once-every-four-years argument. He restated his position. It’s Animation Domination. I shook my head and just grabbed the remote control. I vetoed the selection, and said we’re recording this. This is a house of sports damn it. We’re watching the Olympics.

Thank God for the DVR otherwise we’d have to file for divorce.