I’m tired. My voice is scratchy. My body aches.
I’m not sick — I’m just recovering from last night’s US Open Men’s Singles Final.
And I didn’t even play.
I don’t think enough has been written (or studied, for that matter) on the physical and mental exertions of the spectator.
Especially in major championships like the US Open – or the Super Bowl or World Series — people watching these events live in the stadium expend a lot of energy cheering on behalf of the athletes.
I don’t know how many times the chair umpire had to tell us to quiet down.
Communist.
I can only imagine how exhausted Novak Djokovic and Rafael Nadal must be this morning. They ran while they were screaming.
And rumor has it, within the next 24 hours, they will both be catching flights to Europe so they can play tennis on Friday in Davis Cup matches representing their respective countries.
Man, I don’t know if I’ll be rested up by then.
Time for an intervention
While I was watching my zillionth hour of Olympic coverage this weekend — hey, don’t judge — one commercial in particular caught my eye.
It was shot from the athletes’ point of view as they trained in their different disciplines. The voices changed, but they each spoke about what they had to give up to excel at their sport.
Dessert. Sleep. Extracurricular activities. TV.
(TV? Yet another reason I would never make it…)
That’s when it hit me. These aren’t athletes — they’re a cult! Am I reacting too hastily? Let’s take another look, just to be sure.
Guys…guys, can you hear me?
I’m over here! What are you looking at?!
Man…I think they’re too far gone.
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