There is one exception to the horror that is the Olympics: the delight that is beach volleyball. Who wins, who cares, just watch.
Here’s Sarah Sands in the Daily Telegraph:
“What is political genius is Blair’s intuitive championing of an obscure sport that has been the darling of the Olympic Games. Early reports of the Prime Minister’s interest in beach volleyball were assumed to be malicious. But volleyball has captured everyone’s hearts with its good natured, youthful silliness. I arrived at the crowded port stadium just as the grinning Greek army were being bused in to watch. Beach volleyball is a combination of Club Med and MTV. Cheerleaders in orange bikinis surround the pitch and between games – sometimes between points – there are bursts of rock music (Sweet Home Alabama, Should I Stay or Should I Go etc). The Australians and Canadians in the audience were dancing on their seats. Tony Blair has spent two years as a Prime Minister of war and terror. It is inspired of him to want to bring a little beach volleyball into our lives.”
As I said, the man’s a genius.