We are not sports people. I’m sure that comes as a shock to everyone. We aren’t glued to the television during football, baseball, or any of the other sportsball seasons. Even when I’m perusing news sites, I skip right past anything sports-related. While we’ve known people who simply vanish from the social scene when football starts, that’s just not us.

But then the Olympics started, and one night I wandered in while James was watching the men’s synchronized diving. Because who wouldn’t? Cute guys in speedos? Yes, please! Plus, this was Tom Daley’s last Olympics—how could you miss that? Next thing I know, I’m sitting on the couch, and we are talking sports. Our friend and sports aficionado Greg would be so proud.

To be fair, I had been paying passing attention to what was going on in Paris. I knew that Tom Daley and Noah Williams had won silver. However, speedos aside, watching the divers climb up the ten-meter platform and then voluntarily jump off was fun. At least for them. I don’t know how anyone gets the nerve to stand at the edge of the platform, look down, then willingly hurl themselves into the water. Pretty impressive.

We also caught Stephen Nedoroscik’s pommel horse routine that clinched bronze for Team USA’s men’s gymnastics. Oddly, as fascinating as seeing the team compete overall was, we found ourselves chatting about some of the technical aspects. Like how every competitor must adjust the height of the parallel bars before they perform their routine. Makes sense, but I also imagine it being quite nerve-wracking.

Unfortunately, we did miss French athlete Anthony Ammirati’s history-making pole vault, although we did catch the penis seen ’round the world on multiple replays. Certainly not how he wants to be remembered when people talk about the Paris Olympics. Except if he finds himself competing in Los Angeles in 2028, that moment will be played over and over again. But at least he made a lot of people much more interested in the sport.

Ditto for diver Jules Bouyer, whose bulging speedo also failed to medal. We did not get to see him dive, but thanks to the magic of the internet, a friend was more than happy to send me the one image that’s been shared all over. Makes me wonder if there’s something special in the water in France.

James did wander over to the breakdancing one morning, at which point I was forced to leave the room. I don’t know that I consider that a sport. Then again, I thought the same about table tennis, until the finals popped up and I was flummoxed by the intensity of the players. But breakdancing? However, in working on our Olympics podcast, Matthew discovered that architecture was once an Olympic event. Why not breakdancing?

So for a few moments this year, we were able to feel a little bit sporty. And even better, James was watching what was essentially the Reader’s Digest condensed version, where they were only showing the finals and, in the case of diving, just the top competitors. Because I can only be sporty for so long, and with the next Olympics coming up in four years, I wouldn’t want to overdo it.