Why the Olympics Are Good For A Marriage

Craig and I don't have a lot in common when it comes to TV shows.  He likes confusing, action-packed dramas (i.e. "24") and I like girly sitcoms (i.e. "Mike and Molly").  Often times, in the winter, you'll find us in separate rooms watching our respective favorite shows.  In the summer though, we are usually outside and rarely do we have the TV on, except for the news.  Oh, and we do like to compete at "Wheel of Fortune".  Even Murray likes it; he calls it "The Price of the Wheel." 

But when the Olympics started last Friday, we found ourselves glued to the TV (in the middle of summer - gasp!).  Craig even hooked up another TV on the deck so we could have the best of both worlds.  Steak on the grill and the Olympics all while enjoying gorgeous weather?  Yes please.

These days, our evenings consist of staying up way too late, anxiously watching to see if Phelps will win the gold, or if Wieber will make the all-around (sadly, she did not - stupid rules).  Long after Murray is in bed, Craig and I are still awake, cheering on the U.S.A..  We have friendly debates about foreign countries and policy, and the merits of beach volleyball.  Sometimes, our chatter turns to serious topics such as "why that U.S. Men's gymnast guy is obsessed with his blankie towel and keeps getting kisses from his coach/father".  Does anyone else think this is strange?

After ten years together, we had no idea that the  2012 Olympics would bring out the best in our marriage.   

Watching the Olympics is a lot cheaper than marriage counseling.

Only two years until the winter games.  I think we can hold out.

-MM