Favorite Commercials from the 2008 Beijing Olympics

One thing that I love about major sporting events are the epic commercials. Here are 5 commercials from the 2008 Beijing Olympics that left a lasting impression on me. Which commercials were your favorites?

All That You Need is Inside of You

Nike USA Basketball and Marvin Gaye

Nastia Liukin 2008 VISA Go World Commercial

It’s Simply That They Are Human, and We Are Human – Go World

The Best of Us – Heroes

Here’s To You, Michael Phelps.

Here’s to you, Michael Phelps. You made the 2008 Beijing Olympics worth watching. They said Tyson Gay would be fun to watch, but he didn’t even make the final of his signature track and field event. How about that Chinese national hero and the only Chinese to win a gold in the 110 m hurdles, Liu Xiang. He didn’t even get to defend his gold this year. Agonizing. And let’s not forget those 12 and 13 year girls on the Chinese gymnastics team. Shame. On. You. 

Here’s to you, Michael Phelps. Every concord wing flap that you did prior to each race left me watching with utter focus. Indeed, the same focus that you must have been feeling each time you bent over and waited for the blow of each start of the race whistle. Or do they use guns in swimming like they do track and field? And let’s not forget your mom, she may have thought you came in second place in the 100 m butterfly, but I knew. I knew the truth.

You’ve earned yourself 8 gold medals at these Beijing Olympics, Michael. You’ve done swimmingly well for yourself. You’ve surpassed the legendary Mark Spitz. You have more Olympic gold medals than any other Olympic Athlete, ever! You’ve got more medals than that Carl Lewis guy. You’ve got Bob Costas reaching at your nutsack for that pivotal interview. You have more gold medals than Estonia, Mexico, Iran, Czech Republic and even Kazakhstan. You have surpassed Miley Cyrus as the most searched person on Facebook. You are ridiculous. 

Forget about the controversy, Michael. Who cares if Omega, one of your biggest sponsors, is in charge of time-keeping at the Olympics. You earned that .01 seconds in the 100 m butterfly. Who cares if you’re double joined in the ankles, knees and arms. Double jointed-ness and having ADHD doesn’t necessarily mean you belong in the Special Olympics. Does it?

So here’s to you Michael Phelps. You concord flapping, doubled-jointed, gold medal hoarder. You are the newly crowned Mr. USA. You are Captain Awesome. You are my new Commander Magnificent. From now on, when people talk swimming you will be included in the conversation. You made the Beijing Olympics worth while for me. And for that, I tip my hat off to you.

Vintage Jordan Jersey

Vintage and Jordan seem weird to me when used in the same sentence since I grew up in the Jordan era. In any case I was ecstatic the other day when I came home to find a package for me in the mail. I immediately knew what it was as I felt the softness of the packaging. Tearing open the package and exposing the Chicago red, black and white brought back some astounding memories of the man I so followed in my youth. 

You would think that I would have a Michael Jordan jersey. I would think so to. But the thing is, I never did. That doesn’t mean that I didn’t own a variety of basketball jerseys growing up, because I did. It just means that I never received one as either a birthday present or Christmas gift. I did receive a variety of other flavors like that black and white Hardaway Magic jersey (remember lil’ penny), or that blue and red Hill Pistons jersey (wasn’t he supposed the next Jordan), and even that red and white Stackhouse Sixers jersey (no wait, he was supposed to be the next Jordan). In any case, I never had a Jordan jersey of my own.

By the time I was old enough to have my own job and potentially buy my own Jordan jersey he had already retired from the game of basketball. Just my luck. Two years later, to my chagrin, he returned to play for the Washington Wizards. Sporting a caricature of a little wizard man on my chest was not my style. So, Jordan was back playing ball. And I was still without a Jordan jersey. 

Flash forward to 2008. Something triggered my sudden desire to get myself a vintage red, black and white Jordan jersey. I’m not sure what it was, but that trigger was pushed. Being the tech maven that I am there was only one place to look to solve all of my Jordan jersey problems. eBay. Within minutes I found myself the perfect Jordan jersey from yesteryear. A  throwback jersey of my favorite basketball player of all time. 

Needless to say, I was quite excited when I opened that jersey containing package today. I proudly showed off the jersey to my sister and mom. They didn’t share in my enthusiasm but who cares, I was on cloud nine, as people say. I was in a state of blissful happiness. I was complete. And then a few minutes later, I was back on eBay hunting for his home jersey (White) and alternate road jersey #2 (Black).

Madness is Over, Favre to Jets

Thank goodness the madness is over. Listening to nonstop ESPN coverage of Brett Favre and the Green Bay Packers was becoming very stale very fast. Gary Vaynerchuck must be happy but not so much Kevin Rose. Nonetheless, it is going to be a touch season for Aaron Rogers, poor kid. Expectations are a bitch.