I’ve streamed hours of video of the Olympics and have generally enjoyed myself. Not crazy about the American broadcasts, where American talking heads do little more than trip over themselves with breathlessness about American athletes. Go U.S.A!
But I loves me some rowing. In all, I think I’ve watched ten hours of it. Single sculls, double sculls, those 4-person thingies. The stroke of oars against the boat, across the water, the camera angles that so perfectly capture their speed, the calming regularity of rowers’ mechanics, what seems like an endless stretch of calm water, as beautiful on a misty morning as it is under a clean blue sky.
Olympic rowing is the ultimate healthy soporific. Imagine waking up an hour after you started watching a set of rowing matches, only to discover that it’s all still going on. Row, row, row, row…row…ro…