The Ollies are over

It was a magical Olympics. I'm glad it came as it was supposed to and it treated my senses to a journey i would never forget. How not to swell with pride as we watched our young shuttler and paddler giving 110%, facing their foreign opponents whose eyes only gleamed of hunger for victory and not that of sporting camraderie? I would have puked all over my Thai/South Korean opponent and ran out of the stadium with pee trickling down my legs.

I've watched previously disinterested friends on the sofa at the apartment yelling out random verbal abuses or thralls of displeasure as they watch boxing, soccer, fencing and bad advertisements. I myself became a self-proclaim 3m dive specialist, not bothering to mince my words when i suggested to my French-Vietnamese exchange student friend that ".. the Greek girl should have not tried such a difficult dive and stuck to a simple 2.0 difficulty.." and that "..the American Synchronized male divers are definitely gay partners because they wear their hair the same shade and style."

The most scintillating of all events was the women's handball finals against Denmark and South Korea. 2 extra times and they were still 34 even. The Korean girls looked tired, the Danish girls had hair like light refracted through crystals of ice.. platinum blond with eyes as green as emeralds. I couldn't stop looking at them. They were visibly more attractive than their South Korean counterparts who could probably double up as taekwondo competitors. They went into penalty shootouts and the Danish girls prevailed. It was a great match, and they were SO.. cute.