Showing posts with label Call Me Maybe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Call Me Maybe. Show all posts

Friday, August 24, 2012

Call Me Patriotic

It's a rare moment when this opinionated writer checks her judgment and sarcasm at the door, but you lucky readers are about to witness it. Take it in because it’s a lot like seeing Bigfoot or the aurora borealis: a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Last month, I linked to an NBC video of the U.S. Olympic swim team “singing” Carly Rae Jepsen’s, Call Me Maybe; and today you get to see some of the fine men of the United States Army—currently stationed in Afghanistan—performing to the same song. As the proud daughter of a Vietnam veteran and niece/cousin of several military personnel (both active duty and retired), I am a firm supporter of our men and women in uniform and am glad to see that they’re able to find some levity in such a difficult situation.


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Smells Like Team Spirit

I’ve always loved the summer Olympics: diving, rowing, volleyball, gymnastics, you name it (and it doesn’t hurt that this year they’re in London). But did you know that there are some far more obscure events as well? For instance, did you know that the U.S. has a badminton team? Which begs the question, are there badminton leagues?  Seriously, how do you qualify for the Olympic badminton team?

What I’ve come to enjoy the most, however, is swimming. Perhaps it’s because it’s an event that the Americans seem fairly capable of medaling in and the risk of injury is rather slim—unlike gymnastics and diving. It’s because of my love for the American swim team that I wanted to share this video with you (and because NBC continues to suck at life, I can't imbed the video in this blog; you have to click the link. Boo, NBC). I don’t know about you, but I enjoy seeing a little spunk in my Olympians. And seeing as how the International Olympic Committee wants to eliminate every single drop of personality from our ladies and gents, it’s nice to see that the athletes are actually enjoying themselves and aren’t just a bunch of robots—until they hit the pool.

The U. S. Olympic swim team (2012). Who knew there were so many of them?