The Olympic Games start today. I'm pumped. It's great TV, every time. I say that Bob Costas should be The Anchor For Anything Important in sports. Munich in 1972 is on my mind today, as is my school-boy crush on Nastia Liukin. No man, she was totally an adult at the last Games; I am shame-free. [How can you say something meaningful and something crass in the same sentence?--ed.] I don't know.
I read one of those articles about how the Olympic Village always turns into a giant sex party, and after the initial wave of "that'd be nice," I must confess some disappointment. No one goes to church? Or actually listens to their pastor/believes the Bible? Or maybe they do, and somehow missed the memo about fornication. Fine, I'm an old fuddy-duddy. 32. I believe sex is about love. Real love.
Anyway, I'll be watching gymnastics, boxing, swimming, tennis, basketball, and track with especially keen interest.
I read one of those articles about how the Olympic Village always turns into a giant sex party, and after the initial wave of "that'd be nice," I must confess some disappointment. No one goes to church? Or actually listens to their pastor/believes the Bible? Or maybe they do, and somehow missed the memo about fornication. Fine, I'm an old fuddy-duddy. 32. I believe sex is about love. Real love.
Anyway, I'll be watching gymnastics, boxing, swimming, tennis, basketball, and track with especially keen interest.
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