The Olympic games are the true world stage for amatuer athleticism. They were designed to be approachable and within reach of non-sponsored individuals to represent their countries. Obviously the competitions is fierce. Becoming an Olympic athlete is a true feat in itself and many who train never see the games themselves, let alone the podiums. It’s fascinating to think that these athletes are considered non-professionals and their jobs of training for the games go unpaid. In theory, it sounds as those the Olympic games can and should be attainable for just about anyone with enough, grit, training, coaching, and a bit of good luck. That being said, when I watch the games I find myself in complete and utter amazement at what these people are able to do and accomplish. The speed, the finesse, the precise execution of athleticism is really mesmerizing to watch. The athletes themselves seem to have some sort of slight super-human characteristics that allow them to perform at a higher level. Across the world we sit huddled around televisions and live streams of different sorts and watch as our countries compete at the highest level of competition on earth. I watched a clip recently where a man poked fun at Olympic fans, how people who have no interest or concern for a certain sport suddenly being obsessed and very passionate about the outcome of the competition. I’m guilty. Every four years for two weeks, I really have a great concern for the sport of swimming. I’m eager to see Phelps rack in medals and people constantly chasing and resetting that funny yellow world record line that streams across the screen. The butterfly, the backstroke, the breaststroke..these terms have no involvement in my vocabulary, in fact the doggy paddle is the only swim style I can personally execute. To be perfectly honest, the idea of racing other people in water with only my body seems absolutely ridiculous. Maybe if I had had swimming lessons as a kid I would feel differently. But seriously, its all about survival. Except when the Olympics come around on that glorious year, once every four years. Then I am very concerned about swimming. Myself and a large portion of the world, suddenly, we care. And when we care, we try to relate. Unfortunately for most of us watching at home, the feats performed in the Olympic games seems unreasonable and out of reach. That is in fact, until people mess up. When there are falls and mishaps and accidents and tumbles, things get a little more relatable. Watch closely as two Filipino divers hit the water and make the sport of diving a lot more relatable for all of us. They bring back the concept of amateur.