Sometimes I think I just see things backwards from the way most other people see them. I've been trying to get into the hubbub over Michael Phelps, with less than perfect success; my basic take is, the guy's a freak and swims better than anyone else, so he wins whenever he races. Why that makes his contests more interesting to most people rather than less so is something of a mystery to me.
I admit I don't understand swimming. Despite truly endless rounds of serial torture that lasted throughout my childhood—my parents called them "swimming lessons," and persisted with them interminably, cheerfully ignoring the obvious evidence of ineducability that was right in front of their eyes from the start—if you threw a bucketfull of water at my head you could come close to killing me. I used to say that I'd drown in the shower if I didn't pay attention. So maybe it's not Michael Phelps who's freakish, in my view—maybe it's just that swimming is.
Who knows why people find certain kinds of contests boring and others thrilling...?
READ ON: See "Usain Bolt's Olympics" at the link
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