I am still loving the Olympics. Even though I told myself I wouldn't, I turned on the TV last night just in time to watch Michael Phelps get his third gold of these games, and see Aaron Peirsol and Matt Grevers finish 1-2 in another race. (I could look it up, but I'm feeling lazy.)

Tonight, when I was all ready to watch at least two hours of Olympics, things started off well, with a recap of last night's bronze-winning performance by the men's gymnastics team.

And then, things took a turn to synchronized diving.

What, pray tell, is the point of that?

I get diving, but this is just asking for it. (Why risk just one head hitting the platform, when you can have the possibility of two heads hitting the platform at the same time?)

Regardless, I must say that I did glimpse the Aussies and as they dove, I only saw one diver. So, that apparently makes them good. The Americans were not quite as good, which is fine. It also means there's one less sport I will feel compelled to watch.

Anyway, I'm going to wrap things up now because Michael Phelps in on the schedule again tonight, and I wouldn't want to miss out on a potentially record-breaking swim.