I like the Olympics, I really do. Like to see the competition, see the smiles, and admire the athletic superhuman feats. I like the profiles of Olympians, the vagaries of the games and the sports that are surprisingly idiosyncratic and fun to watch (archery, fencing). Track and field and swimming obviously are highlights.
BUT, sometimes, just sometimes I wish I was Lithuanian, or Algerian or Togolese. I wish my country had 1 athlete (or team) that medaled because I honestly feel like that it would have more significance from a national pride perspective. I wish there was one olympic parade in the capital city, one big blowout party, one name and event and glorious victory seared into the collective memory of a generation. Alas, no. “We” won 110 medals in Beijing. Ho-hum. I don’t root against Americans, but I can’t say I care too much when they don’t win.
C’mon East Timor!