I am going to say it, I am just going to say it, I hate the Olympics! Gasp! How un-american of me! How un-patriotic! Oh well. I don’t get what the big deal is. I have never been into sports really. Against them actually. I don’t understand the time, energy and money that goes into it. Especially the money. For what? Just so someone can win and some one can lose? People get entirely too wrapped up in it all. I won’t let my son play sports. That is a decision I made long ago, when I was a kid. It is so awful the way kids get treated by their parents and parents of other kids when they are no good at sports. Crushes my heart. I have been at little league games and seen parents be so angry so flipped out over something that had transpired at a child’s little league game that it has ended in a fist fight. Ridiculous. There is nothing that serious that could go on at a GAME that anyone should ever be punched in the face over. My gosh people! What kind of values are we teaching our kids?! It’s more important to be good at sports than to be good at school work? I come from a small Texas town where football is another religion. It has always baffled me. It’s all so comical. It’s just a game. A made up game that really means nothing in the grand scheme of life. I mean how many athletes really turn pro anyways? A friend of mine was quarter back of the high school football team, got accepted to college on football scholarship, one of the first games of the season he totally blew out his knee. He would never fully recover, physically yes, mentally never. Here he was 18 years old and he thought his life was over. All because his life had always been wrapped up in playing ball. He thought he was nothing without it. He went into depression, started drinking, not caring about anything much at all. He wrote me a letter once when we were both working as physical therapy techs at our local hospital, in it he said “I will never know the feeling I got when I played football again. No one will ever cheer for me again. I will never have a thousand people jump to their feet and scream for me while I’m in a hospital room doing P.T. on an old man. How am I suppose to ever fill that void again.” I cried for so long after reading that letter. I wish he had had any value in himself, other than being a good athlete.  But that is what we do to our kids. We wrap all their hopes,dreams, and self-worth into playing sports and the odds are highly stacked against them that they will ever do anything lucrative with those sports skills. That is the sad truth.  There was never a worse feeling to me than being a winner.  I know to most Americans that is unheard of.  I played tennis in middle school (just to get out of P.E.)  and I was good at it and I won quite a lot.  But to see that other person, the “loser” , hang their head in shame, walk off the court, look their disappointed parents in the face, oh I just couldn’t stand it!  My heart is too big for sports.  I am not cold-blooded and heartless enough to want someone to lose so I can win.  It’s just not that important to me.  And to bring it all back to the olympics, some of those athletes have to return to their countries in shame, to face ridicule and sometimes persecution and maybe even sometimes punishment.  All on the basis of what, so people can be entertained?  So someone can say they are a winner?  I will just never ever understand what the pay out is.  I could go on a whole other tangent about all the money that is wasted on the olympics, on sports in general, that could go towards curing diseases or anything with more meaning and worth to the world, but maybe I will save that for another day.   I know I can’t be the only one that feels this way.  Everyone else is probably just too afraid to say it out loud.