Until now, I’ve managed to refrain from discussing anything related to Olympic fashion. This is more of an achievement than you might think, because I’m kind of into that sort of thing. I’m also extremely bothered by the gymnasts and their scrunchies and 900 barrettes, but that’s already been covered all over the world. So I’ll try to focus on more obscure style statements, and how they might translate to the rest of us.
I’m kind of on sports overload right now. There’s been SO MUCH going on — I’ve spent the last few evenings stuck to the couch watching Olympics on two channels, one or two baseball games, and the occasional football.
Because of this madness, it took me a few days to watch the Lithuania/Russia basketball game I recorded. I finished watching it yesterday. Unfortunately, and I know they’re Lithuania’s best chance at Olympic greatness (so far, we have one bronze, won by wrestler Mindaugas Mizgaitis), I just wasn’t that impressed.
I have a confession.
First, let me tell you that I love the Olympics. I’d watch them all day every day if I could. I’m not crazy about synchronized diving or gymnastics, but I haven’t found one Olympic sport I just won’t watch.
What’s crazy, though, is the surprising realization that I really like a sport I thought I hated.
Here are a few quick notes about how a few Lithuanians and Latvians (sometimes referred to as “My People” [upper case, which differentiates them from "my people," which refers to White Sox fans]) are doing in the Olympics (behind the cut so as not to spoil anything for people who are even more behind the times than I am):