The Girls at Fantoo would rather watch sports than read a romance novel - and we KNOW we aren't the only ones out there!

Our mission is to entertain and educate sports fans around the globe. For women, our beautiful tees celebrate being a fan without screaming it. Soft cotton, gorgeous colors, flirty phrases, all with cool graphics that show off your sports knowledge.

Fantoo Girls - These are The Girls you wish were sitting next to you at the sports bar on game day!

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Olympic Hangover

I was so high at the beginning of the Olympic games from the new and fun sports in the snowboarding competition, the prospect of Michelle Kwan finally capturing the elusive gold and the possibility that Bode Miller would not only party at an 'Olympic level' but actually compete at that level, too. I even started to catch the craze of curling. Then I crashed. And burned.

It wasn't enough that Chad Hendrick and Shani Davis were sparring like an old married couple, or that the Austrian team was raided by the IOC for drugs, caught red-handed dangling a bag of syringes out the window. Even hockey was beyond meaningless until the final match. Gretzsky, the Great One himself, lamented the Canadian teams' lack of passion. Ironic that 'passion lives here' was the commercial tagline for the games.

Everyone seemed to be airing their dirty laundry - all over the pure clean snow in Turin (ok, Torino). And the timing was off - even the bizarre cheerleaders would cheer when someone got injured. Not cool.

The list could go on forever (Sasha Cohen skating to Silver with TWO falls, the decided lack of finesse in the skating in general due to the judging of the 'elements', hair loss products keeping athletes from competing - SNORE SNORE SNORE). There were some bright spots to be sure (read first sentence), but the world was not a changed place after these Olympics unless you lived in Austria, Finland or Sweden.

Now we are headed in to the World Baseball Classic. I guess this is what happens when a sport gets bumped from the Olympic roster and has to create its own, fully meaningless, ill-timed commercial production.

My hangover has no end in sight. But wait! Is there a glimmer of hope? Will Iverson be there to lead the basketball team to glory in the next summer games?? NO!!!

I think it is time to take a step back and clear our senses.

I'm ready to embrace March Madness. That precious time before everyone with talent loses the will to bring meaning to the game. That time when teamwork trumps individual performances. That time when a low-ranked team can rise to the occasion and beat a team that has more talent - simply because they believe they can. That time when team rivalries mean more than recording deals, apparel lines and multi-million-dollar contracts. The athletes go for broke for the title - rather than hedging their injuries against their salaries.

The only way to cure my hangover will be to have the amateurs return to the Olympics. People should try out for the team ONLY IF they are fully committed to going and playing for the country - not for themselves (Chad Hendrick - are your ears burning?). Now I am exhausted - hand me the remote - college basketball is on!

Robin

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home