I tuned in to the opening ceremonies and made it through about 10 minutes. The first thing I saw was several people on horseback. One was dressed in what looked like Reynold’s Wrap from head to toe, with an oversized aluminum foil hoodie. This thing, takes a book, or something, and walks slowly down a 6 mile runway, and sets the book thingy down. Then, a torch is carried by a some dude, who hands it to tennis player, Rafael Nadal. Then, there’s a light show on the Eye Full Tower. Then, Nadal is on a boat. Then, I turned back to Gordon Ramsey’s Ultimate Cooking Show and learned a cool way to prepare beef short ribs.
Last night, me and the skirt watched about 3 hours of coverage. A lot of gymnastics with Auburn’s, Suni Lee. Watched some men’s basketball and a lot of swimming. Had no clue who any of the swimmers were, but it’s the Olympics, and I had a good time watching.
As for all the controversy, I didn’t see it live, but it’s been replayed and is all over the medias that are social a 1,000 times. The athletes had nothing to do with that, so I’m gonna’ watch and pull for the U.S. of A. But Paris jumped the shark and screwed the pooch in one fell swoop. That’s the first time I’ve ever used one fell swoop in a sentence. Not really sure what it means, though. The big question for me is, why? Why was any of that garbage necessary? What do gay guys dressed up like whores, strutting down a runway and staging a scene that looks to be mocking The Last Supper have to do with the Olympics?
Spare me the argument that the scene was actually something from Greek mythology, or whatever. I’ve heard the explanation, and I’ve never heard of it and don’t care. The problem is being, as the wokies have always called it, so tone deaf, that you either didn’t realize it would come off looking like a mockery of one of the most iconic images in the Christian faith, or not giving a damn. I lean towards the latter, but the blow back has been big. It should be.