By Alikay WoodLet’s get one thing straight: I don’t care about sports. I am not entertained by people chasing balls or running really fast in circles. I barely have the emotional energy to watch The Bachelorette , much less scream and wail over the outcome of a sporting event. And keeping track of rankings and hitting averages? I’m smart enough to recognize math camouflaged by jerseys when I see it. So yeah. Sports are not my thing. But—and this is a pretty big but—despite my apathy towards all things athletic, I love the Olympics. When I say I love the Olympics I mean it. I’m talking the truly, madly, deeply, with my whole heart, for my whole life, “I do” kind of love. During the 2014 Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia, I didn’t leave my couch for two weeks. I put in 16 hour days watching riveting events like curling and figure skating. Bob Costas is the voice of the Olympics like Morgan Freeman is the voice of God and it broke my heart when he had to leave early because of an eye infection. The Olympics are different from other athletic events because they aren’t as much about sports as they are about national pride, global relationships, and personal excellence. When people chase balls and run in circles for these causes, I am enthralled.