Hunting gold

I’m not quite sure what it is that has rocked my sweet little apple cart, but I have been an emotional wreck of late, happy to shed a tear faster than a whore drops his pants.

My dog has even started rolling his eyes, especially when I start crying over a toilet paper advert.

Am I going through the change? Is it the party left in my system from DIVAs? The Olympics? Or my recent boyfriend break-up?

For the sake of argument I am going to stick to the Olympics and my growing sense of national pride.

It was hard to miss the Olympic telecast. I was pleased to see a few sports I had never watched before, not to mention the loads of sporting trivia I picked up over the two weeks.

I was watching a women’s hockey match in the supermarket and was impressed at how many people stood with me offering their commentary. The supermarket was abuzz with sporting prowess.

Then there were the players who not only played for the Australian team, but our team as well. It’s pretty special when you can stand there proudly cheering on a gay or lesbian athlete, knowing they are kicking some serious international arse.

Take Matthew Mitcham for example. Everyone watching him dive at the Midnight Shift on Saturday night was a teary mess. What a man! What an athlete!

The Speedos, athleticism and sheer beauty of those diving boys make it, I think, the ideal spectator sport.

The crowd cheered their vocal cords off every time young Matthew moved to the edge of the 10m platform -“ and even more loudly when he finished a dive with barely a water ripple.

Then when he claimed the gold -“ well, the noise was deafening. I had to go upstairs for a spell to compose myself, especially when he thanked his partner.

Okay, so maybe that’s it -“ maybe seeing Matthew thank Lachlan brought all my unexpressed emotion over my recent break-up to the surface.

I did think he was the one -¦ and he was for a moment. But in the end my emotions took a hockey ball-like beating and it was over.

Well, the only way to deal with it is to head back to the gym and start working out again.

Now, when are those Gay Games on again? I wouldn’t mind a gold medal myself.