It was a bitter start. Heck, it was bitter before it even started. There was ridicule what with the utterly random logo. There was anger. Rage. Apathy. Every single emotion possible from every Londoner and beyond, on the subject of the London 2012 Olympics.
I myself have to put myself in the bitter and apathy camps. If they had an overlap somewhere in the middle. It was mostly due to the whole ticketing debacle. Further attempts gave me no tickets and then the rules changed! I stamped my feet, crossed my arms and vowed to not be bothered about the London 2012 Olympics.
As time grew nearer, I stuck to my guns. Spurred on by the apparent chaos the event was going to cause London and surrounding areas. Then there was the official song by Muse! Oh what a fricking awful song from a band who I dearly love. This person here was not a happy bunny.
But something funny happened while watching the opening ceremony. The cynicism began to fade. Don’t worry, it was still there. Just faded. Replaced by a hope that perhaps this won’t be so bad. That perhaps I might actually enjoy watching some of the sports.
Guess what? I did. It took, ohhh, a day maybe to get into the swing of the Olympics. Soon the TV was on with some random sport on it whatever time of day. Anything from archery to gymnastics via swimming and judo.
I don’t remember actively rooting for Team GB. That was where my cynicism remained rooted. I never for once thought that just because it’s a home games will there be any more medals. Well, I was wrong. Turns out home games matters a heck of a lot. But still. I rooted for all sorts of random. Often the under dogs. Or just rooted for all participants. I admit, there was a big part of me that did get very proud of Team GB as they climbed their way up the medals table.
Yes, I did root for Usain Bolt. It’s hard not to. Yes, he might come off as a bit arrogant. But you can’t say he’s not a great athlete. He’s also made the 100m sprint fun again. He’s brought a lot of fun back into athletics. It’s no longer an overly serious affair. I even remembered to root for my favourite pole vaulter – Yelena Isinbayeva!
I planted myself on the sofa for the closing ceremony. Expecting something along the standards of the opening. Sadly, I was disappointed. The mish-mash of artists, songs and bands just did nothing for me. It got boring. However, sniping about it on Twitter helped alleviate the boredom! It was amusing to see how many other people had the same thoughts!
My highlight from the closing ceremony? The little snippet of Rio. In my mind, while watching the performance, I was wondering if I should start planning a 2 week trip to Rio for the next Olympic games. Oh and Boris Johnson, Ed Miliband and David Cameron all doing their best dad dancing.
Now it’s all over and London’s back to normal. The Olympic lanes on the road to work this morning were mysteriously (Not to mention quickly.) rubbed out. Yes, I regret not getting tickets. But I’m one of the millions that tried and wasn’t lucky enough I guess. Or just didn’t try hard enough. That’ll be that obstinate cynicism in me.