I love it all. The swimming, the track, the basketball, the gymnastics, the stories of overcoming hardship, the medal ceremonies. But mostly I love one woman: Dara Torres.
At age 41 she is swimming faster then she ever has in her life, and faster than kids half her age. She's quite an inspiration to an aging jock like me. Actually, I had a crush on Dara way back in 1984, when I was on the swim team at Syracuse University and she was in her first Olympics. I hoped then (and still do) that she's a dyke. But, alas, I don't think it's so.
My Olympic obsession didn't start with Dara. No, flashback to a 10-year-old Dipstick in 1976. Unlike most girls my age, who were tu-tuing around like Nadia Comaneci, young Dipstick wanted to be Bruce Jenner.
The summer of '76 was filled with me throwing hand carved javelins, shotputting big round rocks and setting up chairs to hurdle over. I even got my hair cut just like his.
There's just something about the Olympics. Every time I go to confess my obsession to one of my friends, I get a confession back. How about you? You watching too?