..wherein I choose to remain oblivious.

Tomorrow marks the opening of the umpteenth Summer Olympic games in China,and I'm gonna be all over it.

I'm not a sports fan of the type that can recount the vital stats of a favorite team,or tell you who pitched,or ran,or batted in the winning run back in '63.

I know as of just this morning,that Brett Favre (which should in all good sense be pronounced 'Faver'..but there you have it) played for Green Bay,and is now signed with the New York Giants..
Tomorrow,I'll have forgotten those wee bits of esoterica, in farve of being in the moment.

The moment that we set aside every four years,to revel in the sheer physicality of being Earthlings.

OH!..The things we can do!

The lovely and vivacious Booda spoke of this some few days past,in reference to those artistic gifts we strive to pass amongst ourselves.Things we put forward in an effort to connect with our kind.
Things that transcend cultural and political boundaries,and serve to elevate that part of us that hungers for more than just our daily bread.

That's what I'm talkin' about,right there!

And so,for the duration of this Olympiad,I choose to remain oblivious to the myriad and sundry socio-political ramifications of celebrating the best that dwells in each of us,in a country that may very well be the number one violator of human rights.
..I just don't know.

But!..I do know this!..

I'll root for America first,'cause,..you know.
Then I'll see,(I goddamm guarantee ya),that unique individual performance that sets the standard for our species,and I'll embrace them as if they had sprung from my very loins.

I'll root for them if they hail from Egypt,or Israel,or Palestine,or Cuba.
Russia,Canada,Latvia,or Bolivia.
Ghana,China,Kismet,...Tibet.
I'll be proud to have them represent me,regardless of their Latitude,or the name by which they choose to address their God.

Hell,..I'll even root for the Guantanamanians,if they prove to show me how it's done.