Let the Games Begin

I have to admit that I've been watching the train wreck known as the Commonwealth Games with equal parts fascination and horror.

Part of me hopes for Delhi to be successful. Despite all its troubles, India is a pretty great country after all, and Delhi is a pretty cool city in particular. I've enjoyed many, many things while living here the last two years. But at the same time, I've also been driven batshit crazy by many, many of the other things whilst living here in India.

So, as I've been watching the Commonwealth Games crisis unfold (killer snakes, killer bridges, killer dog poops on beds, killer beds, and actual killers), I've been conflicted about my annoyance at India for screwing up the games this badly, and my annoyance at the rest of the world for being such jerks about everything Indian.

But more than anything else, I've been surprised by my annoyance to my own reactions. Not too long ago, I would have totally sided with the rest of the world (check out the BBC for some pics) regarding the state of the Games Village. But now I find myself thinking, "I've seen worse."

And, I don't know if that means I've been here too long, or not long enough.