Let's call it patriotism, but when there are men and women scantily clad, sweating, with an intense look in their eyes, does one really need to wonder why you're watching the Olympics; eyes glued to the screen, 'cheering' on the heaving chests, seeing the muscle stretch, and the teams catch their breath, I finally understand why there are so many viewers.
This is the only time it's okay to watch people writhe, stretch, and test their bodies in favour of the sport.
It is undeniable. Athletes, especially this year it seems, when I am sitting upright and watching, are not ugly. Every time you watch the Olympics this seems to be establishing itself as fact. Finely tuned bodies squeezed into all that lyrca, the lyrca that highlights every muscle, and the muscles that flex incredibly in the light. You can't not watch.
I must say each Olympic sport has its good points and I have been hooked. But there has yet to be one sport I have enjoyed as much as the obvious, where the men display, concentration, strength, and pure talent: the Gymnastics.
We need to support the British teams, and I think it's obvious who I'm talking about. Louis Smith. There's a reason why he's captain. Now, his talent and strength is undeniable, to see him work the pommel horse is unreal. Your heart swells with pride at how well he is representing the UK, and how he makes it look so effortless. However, it makes you think how well he'd do at other things; his deft handiwork keeping him in place, and the strength in those arms! The Olympics are a daily treat!
And it seems I'm not alone, when the events are repeated in slow motion, complete with the commentators talking about the angles, how great they capture the moments etc. With comments like 'nice' 'Oh yes see the power', it's not hard to see what they're talking about.
The athletes chest rise as does yours, their breathing increases, as does yours, and as their adrenaline mounts, your heart beat tend to quicken too - whoever said the Olympics was all about sport?