So I’ve been watching the Winter Olympics. I didn’t mean to. I don’t usually. The last time I paid this much attention to the Winter Olympics was 12 years ago. LightGirl was about a month old and they were held in Lillehammer, Norway. They were broadcast at all hours of the day and night. Conveniently, I was up at all hours of the day and night taking care of this new infant that was in my life. So I watched the Olympics for distraction.
She’s the reason I’m watching again this year. Well, that’s not entirely true. She’s the reason we began. But now I’m sucked in. We began because she began a love affair a few weeks ago. She has fallen in love for the first time. It’s very sweet. You’d think her father and I would be worried, but we’re actually sort of encouraging this. She’s in love with not one, but several men. But they all play for the same team. The Washington Capitals. And … she’s in love with hockey. She wants to play hockey. She wanted to watch women’s hockey. So I found myself revisiting the Olympics, revisiting hockey and revisiting (for some strange reason) …
Eddie the Eagle.
Remember Eddie? The British ski jumper who made the Olympics at Calgary in 1988. The only ski jumper Great Britain has ever sent to the Olympics. Well, he’s going to law school now. He recorded a best selling song in Finland in 1991. Then he went bankrupt. There are reports that a movie is being made of his life and he hopes that Brad Pitt will be selected to play him.
Well … when you make the Olympics you know how to dream big and make it come true.