No Time

I have to admit that I didn't watch much of the olympics. Sure, I heard about Mike Phelps, Even a stay at home mother of four couldn't miss that buzz.
I could be snobbish and say that I didn't watch because there was no figure skating, my sport of choice; but gymnastics is more or less the summer olympics equivalent of figure skating and still I didn't watch.
I could say that I didn't watch because I was making a one-woman political protest over the way the communist-run Chinese government treats its citizens; but I've never gotten up on that high horse before so it's unlikely I'd start now. I'm the type of person who is more annoyed by people who idle their cars than by human rights violations in China. My priorities seem to be askew but that's the way it is isn't it? One can't really help what one is passionate about can one.
I could say that some of the summer olympic games are just ridiculous - too ridiculous. Olympic beach volley ball for example. Just how does one progress up through the ranks to become a member of the olympic beach volley ball team? Are the playoffs sponsored by Budweiser and held during spring break in Miami?
Then there's team handball or excuse me, Olympic team handball. Sorry folks - I can't be the only one out there thinking that handball sounds like a sport lonely college males participate in late at night in the privacy of their dorm rooms; perhaps while they're watching the women's olympic beach volley ball team compete.
But alas, the real reason is far more mundane. It's the same reason that the library copy of the movie The Namesake remained unwatched on the tv console for three weeks - I don't have any free time.

song: No Time • artist: Guess Who