Addicted to the Olympics

I am standing in a room of people, most look bleary eyed and tired just like me. I feel drained and yet euphoric at the same time. How can this be? I move up to the podium and stare out into the audience, I stutter as I say my name. "Hello, my name is Janine and I am an Olympicholic" Yes you read that right, I am addicted to the Olympics and everything about them. I watch all the events, not just the chosen ones that are put up by the main broadcasters. Not just the elite high profile stuff, no I have to see everything.
Of course the crowd before me says hi back and wave their flags and stand and cheer. I then begin to tell my tale of making hockey schedules for my friends for our time zone so they won't miss a game. I have the TV and a laptop going so I can watch every event so I don't miss one of Canada's athletes. I cry when we win and I cheer for the ones who miss the podium knowing they have given their all. I haven't missed an anthem and have even left my friends to go home to see it being played. Why you ask, because I have tears every time our flag flies and our song is played.
Sleep is not an option for me, I am up till the last event is played and while at work, I am logged in to see the first ones in the morning. Come Monday when it is all over and everyone has gone home, I will sit on my couch staring at the TV and wonder why? Why is it over? How many sleeps before it is on again? I look at the next Winter Olympics and start to figure out the time difference and wonder how will I get through that one. Maybe I will just take holidays or maybe I will be in this room again in 4 years staring out at the same bleary eyed faces and saying it again . "Hello, my name is Janine and I am an Olympicholic"!