Several years ago a comedian was ranting about how Olympic coverage has gradually shifted more toward irrelevant bullshit surrounding the athletes' training and/or personal lives, struggles, etc, and not on the competitions themselves.
Know what? I'll just type it here, I'm sure you can relate:
The Crying Games
One of the guy networks like ESPN has to broadcast an old-school version of the Olympics that leaves out all the "Hallmark moments" and just shows sports.
Adolf Hitler once used the Olympics to demonstrate that Aryans were strong; NBC uses them to show the world that Americans like to cry a lot. Look, I understand that everything nowadays has to be rendered bloated, syrupy, dumbed-down, and sentimental- this is America, after all. But for those of you out there who may be too young to remember a time before Oprah ruined everything: In the old days when we watched the Olympics, it wasn't continuous sob-sister profiles interrupted by the occasional sporting event- it was just the events. There was none of this stuff about the heartbreak and pain it took to become the best damn kayaker a man can be. It was just enough to watch a man throw a long stick or a big iron ball. His mom's chemotherapy, his sister's glass eye, and his dog, a wounded combat vet- they never entered into it. We weren't told whose grandpa was paralyzed in a tractor accident or that the decathlon guy has a cleft palate and overcame a lifetime of bed-wetting to go for the gold, because if someone told us that, we would have said, "Hey, if I wanted to sit through hours of melodramatic personal backstory, I'd pay attention to my date."
Take Nancy Pitts of US Women's wrestling team. Two years ago, the unthinkable happened to Nancy- she was diagnosed with prostate cancer. Happily, it was caught in time, and she was able to go back to her usual training regimen: 3 hours of weight lifting, followed by an hour of shaving.
Somehow the press gives the Olympics the sort of coverage once reserved for a war, though actual wars are treated like sporting events. NBC aired 1400 hours of Olympics coverage, 400 times more than they gave the Democratic convention, but what the heck, that was just about war and peace in the nuclear age- the Olympics are about swimming. Oh, if only they were! If only we could get the swimming without the three-hankie immigrant parents, the latchkey kids, the single moms, and all the brave athletes who rose before dawn and traveled hours in the frosty silence of the Iowa winter just to meet their drug dealers.
The Olympic games are that rarest of events, a coalition of nations that come together for a purpose other than killing Iraqis. So please, media barons, just give us one channel where it's simply about the competition and the belief that how high a man can hop is also a measure of who has the best country.
And this way you can keep the focus-group-approved drivel disguised as in-depth analysis where it belongs: in the coverage of the presidential elections.