Some random thoughts on the Olympics...
The Olympic rings becoming fireworks in the opening ceremonies was AWESOME!
The teenage romance montage...um...wasn't.
Wish the opener had been more visual, less literary. Is it just me? Folks fake working? All of those kiddos jumping on beds, and jumping, and jumping. Thought that was never going to end.
Michael Phelps. I feel so bad for him. So much pressure, and expectation. You're doing a great job, but you set the bar SO HIGH last time. Might have been better to go out on top?
The ladies swim suits. The racers have suits that go down to their knees. The synchronized swimmers have over half of their hineys hanging out. What's going on here? And how about some COLOR?
Why must all of the gymnasts have a bazillion little barrettes in their hair? It's not necessary, no matter how many layers you have, so they must think it looks good? Really? Really? Is the glitter hair gel not enough?
Speaking of gymnasts, I want gymnast legs. In my dreams. Don't you? WOW. Or diver's legs. Claude have mercy. So tone. And no veins. Cellulite? What's that? They have no idea.
Okay, on with the show. Back to swimming...