Why I’ll Be Watching the Sochi Olympics

My social media streams are lit up like fireworks. With protests and fury over the Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia this year. Many of my friends are disturbed by the culling of stray dogs in the town of Sochi and rightly so. For months, Russia’s horrific stand against basic human rights for its LGBTQ people has played out in the news. And while I don’t think we’ll see much “action” during the games, I fear for what will happen after the world turns its attention away in a few weeks.

Then there are the deplorable conditions (both for those who live in Sochi and those who are visiting) of the games. Buildings unfinished. Plumbing, what plumbing? The “don’t drink the water” memos.  Sochi is a hot mess. And the games haven’t officially opened yet. Well, they have, but NBC doesn’t want you to know that until 7:30 tonight. But that’s a different post.

Yes, in its totality, the Sochi Winter Games are a debacle of historic proportions. My twitter feed is likening the games to Berlin and dropping the H word when talking about Putin. The pictures are demoralizing. And I get why many of my friends and social acquaintances are boycotting the games. Either from sheer disappointment or in political protest, it’s just not something they want to invest their time in. I can’t blame them, I really can’t. I get it.

Growing up,  I didn’t have a television. So, when the games would roll around I didn’t get to see much of them. Long before the internet made news instantaneous, I had to rely on my friends  to sum up the events of the previous night. Sometimes, we would be invited to come view the opening ceremony at a friend’s house. And the thing that always stood out to me was the interviews with the athletes. Even as a child, I could hear how excited they were to just BE there.  How important this experience was for them: representing their country, meeting new friends, experiencing different cultures, and knowing that the eyes of their country were upon them. These athletes would talk about what an honor it was to carry their country’s flag. Or their jitters before taking the ice. Or how charming the host city was and how honored they were to be a part of the games. Their enthusiasm was contagious. Their tears heartbreaking. Their smiles. . . electric.

In a world where  being notorious can make you a “Star” Olympic athletes are Super Novas in contrast.

The TV commentators would do back-ground pieces about the host city and give all of us folks back home a taste of this world that was, for at least two weeks, magic. And you couldn’t help but want to be part of the magic. To be an Olympian. And because you couldn’t be — you revelled in being part of the moment.   There are iconic Olympic moments we can all point to: moments that marked a sport in ways we can all identify with. Moments of courage. Moments of determination. Moments of utter defeat.

Moments that those athletes will hold in their hearts forever are also moments we, the audience, witnessed. We watched with baited breaths and cheered with abandon. We wiped tears from our eyes, and mouthed the words to our National Anthem as our athletes stood on podiums and our flags majestically rose. Proud to be American. Or Canadian. Or French. Or Russian.

We rooted for the underdogs. We cheered for the victorious. And we wept with those who came so close. All of them, elated to have just been a part of something special. All of us, privileged to bear witness to the remarkable: Super novas bursting across our television screens.

The Sochi games are plagued with problems. There is even a twitter account to collect all the horror in a humorous way. My heart breaks for the Olympians who have worked so hard to get to these games. I don’t think this is the Olympic Games they expected. So, it is tempting to throw in the towel (I mean, have you seen the freak show of an uniform the USA has to wear tonight? Memo to Ralph Lauren, NOBODY looks good in white pants) and boycott. To not watch. To make a political statement. To side with human rights and dignity.

And you are free to do so, whatever your reason. But I will be watching the Winter Olympic Games in Sochi. Because every one of these athletes deserves a magical moment. Their handwork deserves to be seen. Their determination deserves to be witnessed. I am so sorry if these games are not all they expected or deserved, but I don’t want to part of that failure. So, I will watch. I will cheer with the victorious. Weep with those who came so close. And I will bear witness to the magic they create: holding the other part of their memory. All of their determination, the sacrifices of their families, their sheer grit and determination to get there was worth it, because their moment was amazing — and I, watching from my living room back home, witnessed it all.


10 Responses to “Why I’ll Be Watching the Sochi Olympics”

  • Yes yes yes. I get this totally. I am watching also because I want to see those glimpses of what the Olympics are *supposed* to be about – the athletes who support each others’ efforts, the surprise victors, the people coming together for the ideal of something greater, even if this time it’s merely the ideal and not the practice. I want it to be more, and I want those people who worked so hard for that bit of glory to at least be celebrated a little by people like me, who get that it’s not *their* fault that the city/government chosen to host is so unsuitable.

    • wende:

      It isn’t their fault and they worked so hard. I get a little parental, I guess. What if that were my kid competing and everyone said, “I won’t watch…” I feel like by not watching I’m just contributing to the “less than” feeling of these games. Here’s the thing, Putin does not care one bit what we think. And I don’t think we should let dictators win. And it’s an astute observation, to catch a glimpse of what it “supposed” to be about. I’m hoping for just that!

  • Monica Moore Ellis:

    I agree with your sentiments. Thank you for sharing.

    • wende:

      You’re welcome! There is room here to disagree. I do get the other side of the argument! But I am glad to know that I’m not alone in watching. Misery loves company and all. 😀

  • Reading this made me wish I cared this year … but I don’t. The Olympics was something my family always watched together. I remember the 76 summer games and watching Nadia Comaneci turn herself into a pretzel on the balance beam and thinking … WOW.
    In later years, I watched with my mom, especially the winter games because she loved the skating. This year … no. I can’t. A few people asked me if I would watch and when I said no, they nodded sympathetically while they went on about the human rights issues and the gay thing. I said nothing. Sometimes it’s just easier to nod and smile.

    Enjoy, Wende. And say hi to Bob Costas for me 🙂

    • wende:

      I feel you. And I totally get why you can’t. We all have our reasons. As for Bob, you know how I feel about that man. Oy. I’m trying REALLY hard to not be happy he has pink eye right now. Because, I’ve had pink eye and inflamed corneas before: and it’s HELL. I wouldn’t wish it on my worse enemy. But still…

      Oh, and IZ has taken to calling him Bob Caustic.

      You’ll be happy to know to Johnny Weir will be replacing Dick Button this year. This is good news on so many fronts, not least of which is hopefully Johnny won’t jinx skaters by announcing their potential to fall. 😀

      For me, no doubt, Kerri Strugg’s vault stands out. And watching Dan Jansen fall. My heart broke for him and his family. And I think my heart was in my mouth during every one of Apollo Ohno’s skates.

      Anyhow, I’ll be thinking about you this week and your lovely mom. I’ll toast to the two of you during the ice skating!

  • I’m an Olympics addict, but I’m also a person who has a haunted, Tolstoy-esque relationship with Russia – a country I called home for 6 months ten years ago. The whole Russian human rights thing gets under my skin, especially considering how many of my friends when I was there were gay. It’s difficult for me but I’m watching because I believe wholeheartedly that the Olympic games should transcend politics and be a beacon of hope and light for everyone. I love cheering for athletes that may be the only one from their country competing, or have a compelling story, or a wonderful attitude. And my countrymen/women, especially those wearing hockey skates. 🙂

    However, I have seen Russia without her makeup on firsthand and what you are seeing on the news doesn’t tell you the whole story. She is beautiful but she doesn’t look a lot like her portrait. She’s more wonderful and more awful, both at the same time.

    • wende:

      “She’s more wonderful and more awful, both at the same time.” Love this… and that could be said of all of us, no?

      I had no idea you spent time in Russia. I’d love to hear more about that!

  • Great comment from Citric Sugar–my friend spent a lot of time working in Russia and hated it. Very primitive. I will watch what I can because it’s supposed to be about the athletes and their accomplishments, right? Other places have dismal records for human rights(including HERE) and we still do business with them.

    • wende:

      So, true, Margaret. I do think the criticism is warranted: I truly do think we’ll see some horrific news coming out of Russia once the games have finished. But for the Olympians who are competing, this is their moment.

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