Possibly redefining the term “couch potato,” I’ve spent untold hours soaking up every form of obscure sport that seems to exist. With so many choices, and virtual round the clock coverage (admittedly some of it recorded) I feel I’m in my element – a spectator in other people’s accomplishments, of course.
I mean, when else are you going to be able to watch water polo on one channel, soccer on a second, synchronized swimming on a third, and golf (Really? When did Golf make it into the Olympics?) on a fourth channel?
It’s a sports-a-palooza!
In the course of all this, Mrs. Gringo, who is also an Olympic nut, too, and I debated the eternal question.
No, not that one.
We argued over what is a “sport,” and what is simply a “game.” And by “game” we mean something that can only be held in contempt when compared to a true sport.
Naturally, there was no consensus on this point.
“A sport requires ‘athleticism’ (whatever that means), while a game relies more on ‘skills.’” This test seemed to get us nowhere.
“A sport can be objectively judged, while a game is subjective.” That seemed to properly classify synchronized swimming, but what about gymnastics – that one is definitely a sport.
We settled on, “a sport is what we say it is, and the same goes for a game.”
So golf, rhythmic gymnastics, and shooting – games. Pole vault, the marathon, and weightlifting – sports.
If anybody tells you different, they’re just wrong!