On the night of the Opening Ceremonies, we were out at the Olive Garden, thanks to a generous contribution from the ‘Rents.  While waiting for our table a woman as old as Moses shuffled out, talking to her grandchild about how the only thing she likes about the Olympics are the Opening Exercises.  She coudn’t give a rat’s about the thrilling competition, the triumph of the human spirit, or countries coming together in the name of sports.

I personally don’t buy that crap, but that’s what the Olympics are selling.  I wasn’t feeling love for my fellow man when Phelps and Company punked France after all their trash talking.  I just jumped up and down yelling at France (yes, the entire country) to stick that in their pipe and smoke it.  Of course, when it comes to France, that’s more love than any American is usually willing to give, so hey, way to go Olympics.

Back to Mrs. Moses, she was really wanting to get home so she wouldn’t miss any of the festivities, and since it looked like it was going to take her half an hour just to get to her car, she had reason to be worried.

Now, what is my point?  I am sure my LDS readers have spotted it.  For those of you outside the Zion Curtain, at the beginning of Sunday School each week, all the primary kids meet together for a while before breaking off to their individual classes.  This time is referred to as Opening Exercises.  Mrs. Moses wanted to hurry home so she wouldn’t miss the Olympic Opening Exercises.

Now, having not watched, can anyone tell me who said the prayer?  Did they sing Jesus Wants Me For a Sunbeam?  Or the Chinese version Mao Wants Me For a Volunteer?  Just asking.