Remember what I said about the Olympics before? By now, I’ve already missed so many days that I’m pretty much ready to bide my time until the end of the games. But I made a significant effort — I got as far as recording the opening ceremony and the first two days, including the U.S. vs. China basketball game, which I really wanted to watch (and don’t take this the wrong way, but I was cheering for Yao. I can’t wait until he’s back with the Rockets next season!), men’s volleyball, and the swimming events up to Katie Hoff. So, in reality, I haven’t watched a lot. But I feel like a lot of the magic is gone when you have to find the timings for a certain event, look for reruns, and hope to the high heavens that you get to watch your favorite athletes in the morning (other than Yao and Tracy McGrady, I really have no favorite athletes, but word on the street tells me that the annoying chihuahua down the block would make one hell of a shot put). The games have been desensitized for me, and given the opportunity to watch a rerun of Scrubs or the next round of international chameleon chasing (look it up. It’s a Colombian national pastime. Dates back to, I don’t know, Juan Valdez and his trusty burro Conchita.), I would probably choose Scrubs.

But… only after first investigating the only sport I know that involves chameleons. Except for golf that is. I used to think that golf was the most awful and boring sport in existence until I discovered that if you watch it out of the corner of your eye, you’ll find that there are chameleons hidden in the grass that move the balls around. So the next time you watch a sport, watch it from a different angle, and tell me what you think: chameleons or talent?

This relates in no way to the Olympics and I am not at all suggesting that athletes carry around chameleons that affect whether or not they win their events. But it might help…