Grouchy Old Man

Grant informed me as I dropped him off at daycare this morning that mommy and I "needed to go back to China to get him some more brothers and sisters." I don't know whether this should be taken as an endorsement of Grace, who in alternating moments loves Grant to pieces and shrieks at him endlessly, or if he thinks, "Surely if they take another shot, they'll get one that doesn't scream all day." In any case, it was a sweet gesture.

In other news, I was glad to see the end of the Olympics last night. Erin thinks I'm becoming grouchy in my old age, but I find the Olympics to be increasingly depressing. First off, in order to win an Olympic medal, you have to practice continuously for years on end, starting at 18 months after birth. An Olympic medal is really a testament to allowing sports-induced OCD to take over your life.

Second, the behavior of the athletes seems to be increasingly distasteful. You have speed skaters berating their coaches for mistakes (albeit costly ones...in terms of endorsements, no doubt), snowboarders not being bright enough to get out of the limelight before allowing pictures to be taken of yourself in compromising positions, and hockey chicks getting drunk (underage, no less) in the very arena where they just played. I doubt this behavior is anything new, but it certainly seems like our current batch of Olympians doesn't even have the good sense to do stupid things in private where NBC isn't following them, taping for a "Today" show segment.

And finally, it annoys me that many of these athletes are filthy rich. Erin and I watched a segment where Shawn White was showing off his car which cost more than our house, Apolo Ohno was in a commercial for cold medicine every 10 minutes, and the announcers repeatedly stated that Kim Yu-Na (nicknamed "Queen" Yu-Na, no doubt because of her easy-to-work-with nature) is the most famous person in South Korea.

I know there are many exceptions to these rules, but if I want to watch overpaid athletes who act like spoiled children in their down time, I can watch the NBA. And I don't care to do that either. Grouchy old man mode set to...OFF.

Now bring back that NBC prime time lineup so that I can go back to ignoring it as well. (This post might be an indicator of the need for a vacation...or at least for the temperature to go "above freezing.")