The Olympics are pretty exciting stuff, right? Our whole family got pretty jazzed at the prospect of nights spent watching together, seeing the spirit of cooperation and competition, international goodwill, the whole shebang.
Now, it’s our family tradition to watch a recorded episode of Mythbusters on Friday nights while we eat dinner. The rest of the week, we eat at the table like semi-civilized humans, so this is a big treat for the kids, to eat in front of the TV. Last Friday night, we were all “Okay! Tonight we watch the Olympics opening ceremonies instead!” And we were all buzzing with anticipation.
So we sat down with dinner at about 6:30 or so, as we do. But the ceremonies didn’t start until 7:30. So we watched something else for a while. (Actually, I think we watched Man vs. Food which is a truly disgusting show, and therefore highly entertaining.)
We finished eating. Eventually, the Olympics began.
Otto and I quickly realized that the opening ceremonies are, like, twelve hours long. And the kids were getting restless during some of the less exciting parts. Though the parade of countries is pretty cool to watch through their eyes, as they try to pronounce Uzbekistan and such.
Time passed. We’d only watched an hour, but the kids are generally pretty wiped on Friday nights, so we said look, it’s getting late, let’s just record the rest of this and you guys go to bed. We’ll watch the rest tomorrow! The kids grumbled but went to bed.
The next day Chickadee pointed out that one of her teachers had asked the kids to come in to school this week and know who lit the torch and also “what was released afterward.” Chickadee guessed that it would be fireworks. I guessed that it would be flaming puppies. Chickadee may have accused me of being weird.
That night (Saturday), we again watched an hour of the ceremonies. But we got started late, and an hour into it Monkey was falling asleep. So we sent the kids to bed AGAIN, promising to watch the conclusion on Sunday night.
Sunday night came and ONCE MORE we attempted to get through the ceremony. Finally we were up to the torch lighting! We watched as the torch-bearers marched around and Chickadee said THIS IS IT, THEY’RE GOING TO LIGHT THE BIG TORCH!
And then, of course, they had that mechanical malfunction where the one leg of the big thing (sorry to confuse you with all of these technical terms) wouldn’t unfold, so all of the torch people were standing around waiting… waiting…
… and then the mechanism began to rise from the floor… and we were on the edge of our seats… waiting to see which of them would do the actual lighting—or would it be all of them? “BRING ON THE FLAMING PUPPIES!” I may have yelled at the television.
And then our recording ended.
Because the mechanical failure made the ceremony run long, and we’d set the recording for the scheduled time.
The children were Not Pleased. I mean, wouldn’t you be upset if you missed it after three nights of watching?
The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. Ahhhh, the Olympic spirit has truly encompassed our house.
P.S. We watched it on NBColympics.com the next day.
P.P.S. There were no flaming puppies. Their loss.