I watched Bruce Jenner before he was a Kardashian. I cried when Nadia Comaneci scored a perfect ten. I ran the school track barefooted because Zola Budd rocked. Therefore, I eagerly anticipate the Olympics.
With this joie to vivre, I opened a jar of hummus and a Pabst Blue Ribbon (I’m patriotic too) at 4:00 on Friday. I anxiously scanned 2000 channels only to find that the opening ceremony was tape delayed.
Moreover, I was blocked from the BBC live coverage because of the agreement with NBC. After consulting with my tech friends, I downloaded Tunnel Bear and tried to watch it that way to no avail.
My frustration at being blocked from live coverage was compounded by the fact that Twitter and other social media were buzzing with images and comments from the ceremony—a ceremony that I could not watch for another three hours. I returned the hummus to the frig, but kept the PBR out to nurse the agony of defeat.
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