I wish I worked for the Olympics.
I wish my job was to blog about gold medal winners
and Mary Carillo's bad outfits and akward commentary.
I wish I spent two weeks, once every four years,
holed up in the Plaza Hotel
with room service and a remote control.
For fives hours each night
I lay face down on my sofa,
glued to my television
as if I'm watching marathon episodes of Intervention.
I become wildly interested in things like
Synchonized Diving and Trampolining.
But, when did Trampolining become a sport?
Does that even take athletic ability?
If you fall you don't even hit the floor.
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