Approaching the quadrennial
My spirit swells with pride
Thinking of the athletes
And those guys with rocks who slide
I love to spend my winter evenings
Tuning in and rooting
Seeing skiers jumping
And some other skiers shooting
And though I was a goalie
As a skater, I’m a klutz
Still, I like to watch when someone
Lands a double Lutz
The thrill of every victory
As rivalries take shape
The agony of knowing that
I’m watching it on tape
Then when the games are over
How I wish they’d lasted longer
Inspired as I am by thinking
Faster, Higher, Stronger!
But this year, something’s different
The games have lost their fizz
And I’ve spent some time now thinking
Just what that something is
The contestants are as plucky
As any I’ve perused
So what is it that’s not that same
I’m very much confused
Now when I was a lad
There was this bully, don’t you know
Who liked to knock us down
And rub our faces in the snow
That wasn’t very pleasant
And this is quite revealing
The way I felt back then
Is very like the way I’m feeling
So though I’d love to see just how
The networks spew their spin
Forgive me when I say that
I will not be tuning in
