Between us: I didn't see much from the Olympics this year.

However, news, large and small, has always sneaked into the back of the head since they have been floating around on the Internet like mosquitoes in the light.

So I heard a lot about the Olympics.

The tragedy of the German footballers, for example, who brought barely eleven friends to the Olympic field.

Why? It wasn’t the coal, as you could guess. They would have received 20,000 euros for gold, as much as any other Olympic champion made in Germany. 20,000 euros, of course, even for Bayern's third goalkeeper, that's not something he dives into a corner for. But it wasn't because of him that he didn't go to the Olympics, but because of his employer, FCB, who thinks as much of the Olympics as Söder von Laschet does.

It would only change, that is, the attitude towards the Olympics, if the Games were to take place among the Specis in Qatar, which is only a matter of time.

Then, of course, Munich would come with all their aces, because then the Olympics would of course be a great thing.

What else did I notice?

The American woman with the mask.

Hammer throw?

Shot put?

She does something like that, looked cool, there is no other way to say it.

But it is unlikely to establish itself in the international ball throwing community.

Overnight our gold Sascha

Then there was the German cyclist in Japanese quarantine variant. He reported four days of closed windows and rice with soy sauce. Not enthusiastic about this, he compared the Japan variant with prison and psychiatry, a comparison that psychiatric institutions immediately rejected, while no objections were heard from prison institutions. Then there was Mihambo's long jump victory with one last golden sentence, literature almost.

And Zverev!

Won the tennis tournament.

Until last week Alexander, the unsympathetic, then our gold Sascha overnight.

Not to forget the camel driver scandal, also a tough one.

Is it still allowed to say cameleers because of reproduction, you know?

Well, it was a K-word with which the sports director of the German cycling association aimed at two time trialists from Algeria and Eritrea and shot himself in the knee and had to leave.

No eye of a needle through which the sports comrade could slip.

And then I buy these new wonderful shoes, which run 400 meters including hurdles all by themselves.

If I add it all up, I have to say that I may not have missed that much of the Olympics.

A lot got stuck.

And everything suitable for small talk is the most important thing anyway.