Not a Tim Taylor Moment

Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… [Pound chest] Me man! Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… (Yup, still watching the Olympics.) But…

A lot of this is about ‘being a man’ even those of us that for whatever reason might be temporarily hormonally challenged. OK, he runs circles around me but that and a quarter…

The thing is the Olympics are a guy thing – for the most part. Yes, we have some token stuff like women’s gymnastics. But we guys figure that even those 4′ tall almost girls aren’t working their feminine side like those shopping for a new American Girl doll.

So when I went into the living room with my lunch tray and my he-man click device, I was expecting a bit of grunting with that ol’ Tim Taylor attitude. It was synchronized swimming. Oh My God! Those bastards at NBC made me watch a chick flick.

I recognize ‘the arts’ as well as the next guy. OK, you can back me in a corner and I’ll admit that a ballerina probably has better muscle tone than a NFL lineman. But, damnit, there are just some things that shouldn’t be associated with a bunch of sweaty Greek guys running around naked. There are certain minimal standard and synchronized swimming falls outside the acceptable.

It isn’t like NBC hasn’t stressed our relationship already. I won’t name names but you know the sports I am talking about. I sort of recall them as things humans do at times but they won’t get the biggest screens in the local sports bar more frequently than every four years.

And, where are all those east euros? The ones they crossed out with close primates. The ones with hair growing out of their backs, arms, and even finger nails? They sweat puddles around their cast iron weights. NBC, when things drop below ping pong levels, you are treading very thin ice.

ADDENDUM:

So how’s my poker going? I am going with government guidelines. Don’t ask! Don’t tell!

This entry was posted on Saturday, August 23rd, 2008 at 8:29 pm and is filed under Humor?.