Truth be told there's ample reason to be disinterested in the Olympics.
For starters, the Aussies - they're creaming us in the medal standings, again.
Then there are the incessant drug scandals, where kosher scientists try for new ways to detect contraband and, in doing so, battle the not-so-kosher scientists developing clever methods to mask it.
Then we have the gaudy opening ceremony; the platitude, puff and pageantry is without peer. Each year the bling outdoes the predecessor, to the point one would be forgiven for thinking it was pushing for inclusion as an Olympic sport in its own right.
And, of course, we have the inclusion of bizarre disciplines. Namely, the walking event. Given the Olympics motto "Faster, Higher, Stronger", it's counter-intuitive to have a race where it's all about who can move fastest in first gear. To boot, the walk is near impossible to fairly scrutinise. It's hopelessly flawed.