The idea for the sexual Olympics grew from the observation that the Sputnik phenomena had an influence in keeping the 30 year cold war from becoming WWIII. On Oct 4, 1957 the Russians sent Sputnik into space. Our government acted as if was not a big deal. But it was a big deal. Typical of our wonderful democracy, we were still haggling about who had the biggest, best, strongest rocket -- Army, Navy or Air Force. Sounds a bit like testosterone, as usual. Two months later, we dashed to Florida and fired a Navy rocket. It exploded about four feet above the ground. Our press was wonderful and polite. They referred to the event as flopnik, dudnik, and kaputnik. A better term might have been premature ejaculation -- leading into the sexual Olympics as a form of competition more compatible with giving we humans a few more generations to mature as we are relatively new on the village earth. And we do know how to compete, possess, pig out and the big ones still eat the little ones. Competition is the life of trade and the trade of life (Durant and Durant).
Tennis and the Sexual Olympics
From dawn to dust, we are between red stop and green go, working with the inevitable difference between sensed and perceived self, competing for assurance between red stop and green. Competition—yes, we know how to compete. So how about a competition for the big ‘O’ in the sexual Olympics. I suspect this type of competition will be less destructive to innocent bystanders than war, assuming there a few innocent bystanders still around.
You are about to be served a slice from the Sexual Olympics…….
Tennis and the Sexual Olympics
Tennis. Such a wonderful game. Now those folks know how to use the word love in a nonconfusing, straight forward fashion. 15-love. 30-love, etc. Of course, love as zero doesn’t bring out romantic ideas. And it is rather difficult to find a sense of Romance (yes, capital R) in these particular Olympics. This reminds me of a blurb (blurb, not blog) that reported some 250,000 condoms were consumed (used, not eaten) during the 2000 Olympics in Melbourne. Theses were placed on the Olympic Village athletes. Probably used in some sort of water volleyball exercise. Anyway, the supply had to be replenished after a week or so (no, this toss-in has nothing to do with tennis – call it poor writing and a freebee to add to your inevitable cesspool of odd and useless information.
The major learning from Tennis (other than a narrow view of the word “Love”) is: Don’t go to the net behind nothing – that is, a weak shot. After all some ladies would enjoy blasting that ball down your Deep Throat to see if a massive orgasm occurs. Guys – we really need to remember this. Practice, practice, practice.
