I can honestly say I watched more television in the past two weeks than I have all summer. It seemed like each night of the Olympic games was must see television for me. I found myself being captivated by race walking, handball and volleyball: sports I wouldn’t be caught dead watching any other night out of the year.
Part of my two week obsession with the summer games involved my sleep schedule taking a backseat to late night coverage on one of the 7 networks covering the games. While I’m usually one to wake up around 8 each morning and retire at 11, I was routinely heading to bed at 3AM and then waking up around 10AM. Not exactly the schedule of champions.
Now that the Bejing games have ended, I’m feeling a bit of withdrawal. While my sleep schedule will hopefully get back to normal, I’m going to be lost when it comes to finding something as captivating to watch each night on television.
Sports is the ultimate reality television. Michael Phelps’s quest for eight gold medals is far and away more captivating than any season of American Idol or any trite Mark Burnett production. The story of the US men’s basketball’s team’s path to redemption after reaching its low point in 2004 is impossible to match by sticking 12 people in a house and recording their interactions.
