Or maybe I didn't. After all, that TV takes up most of what we've lost in people. It's E's TV. She carefully loaded it into her little Honda Civic Hybrid and brought it home for the most important sporting event EVER. Or at least, every four years. I'm talking the summer Olympics, obviously. Yes, I realize that there are also Winter Olympics, and believe me, we're great fans of those events as well, but the sports of summer--these are my family's sports. Volleyball (E and I both played), swimming, rowing (BB rowed for the University of Washington), and, of course, basketball. So our 'little' 42 inch flat screen wasn't going to cut it. Not when E had a perfectly good 53" one going to waste in an empty apartment down in Seattle. So why not bring it up here to overwhelm our small living room. We are. after all, proud to be Americans.
E and BB have a pool going about these games. But then, this is the year of the bracket for them. All brackets, all the time. The winner gets a t-shirt. You should have seen the complicated spreadsheet they were working on last week. A bit hard for me to follow, but in the end, one of them will have to buy the other a t-shirt. That's about all I can make out from the deal. And it keeps them off the streets, I guess.
In the meantime, we'll have our giant TV working from dawn to midnight, with five or more channels to hop between. And I suppose that too, keeps us off the streets. It's just another part of the celebration that is this summer for us. Everything a party. Like everything else, we're taking this moment, with these Olympics, to celebrate with this man. He loves a party. And he's a very, very good sport. Carry the flag, Grampie.