I eat Pop Culture.

Where does the time go?  It only seems like yesterday that we were bombarded with the Olympic logo.  Oh, wait, that was yesterday…and the day before…and the day before that.  What I really meant was: I can’t believe it has been another four years and I still haven’t been nominated for any kind of award.

There was a time when I was determined to be an Olympic champion–as a rhythmic gymnast.  That’s right, the girls who jump around the mat with ribbons and hula-hoops, wearing awesome leotards.  Circa mid-1980s, I would practice for hours in my backyard, my mother’s pantyhose tied to the top of my baton, shimmering in the afternoon sun; my impressive and technically advanced routines were to Cyndi Lauper’s “She-Bop” and Lionel Richie’s “All Night Long.” 

So, now you know how THE BLOGGER almost became a gold-medalist.  There are only a few times a year that THE BLOG will get sentimental, so I hope you enjoyed today’s little trip.

And in case you only watch the boring Olympic competitions, here is a wonderful rhythmic gymnastics montage from the 1988 Olympics:

Oh, oh, and let’s definitely not forget the greatest Olympic games anthem in the history of the world: Whitney Houston’s “One Moment in Time” (tissue, tissue NOW!).  Below is the original MTV video. If watching kids and clips of sports bothers you, then move along to the clip following of Houston performing the song at the Grammys, pre-Bobby Brown wrecked…