Another Olympics Over

The Olympics are over, so once again I can go back to being a fair-weather sports fan, content with watching Ohio State football (when they are winning) and a baseball game here and there.

What is it about those rings that suddenly makes swimming so exciting? I'd never watch a beach volleyball match in person, but if it's on TV at 11 at night? Sign me up.

I'm let down gradually, since the first week is by far my favorite: gymnastics and swimming. The second week, filled predominantly with track and field, is not quite must-see TV for me, although I do enjoy diving.

Even Edith was getting into the spirit of things, staying up a bit late on the final nights. And she knows the next Olympics won't be for a few years. Strange to think that these were the first summer games that both she and Atticus were alive for.

Paul's Twin?

It seems that all I've done since Friday is watch the Olympics.

And since Michael Phelps is shown on TV approximately every seven seconds, it seems that all I've really done is look at Paul.

I first noticed the resemblance between Paul and the record-breaking swimmer four years ago during the Athens Olympics. A few photos of Phelps as a child were shown on TV a couple of nights ago, and they look even more like Paul.

I'm obviously not the only one who thinks they very possibly could be one and the same person.

Today Paul forwarded me an email from one of his former co-workers. It was originally sent to about a dozen people and included one line and a photo:

"Paul's been busy in China!"