Chicago, did you really want to host the 2016 Olympics? Really?

Chicago should be very thankful they got passed up for the 2016 Olympics. Did you really want to have to deal with all the construction, traffic and confused foreigners that go along with hosting the event? Would it really be worth all that time and money just to have a chance to watch sweet Rhythmic Gymnastics or Badminton in person?

Let's be honest with ourselves, at this point the Olympics are kind of like that yearly family reunion. You know when you were a kid it was fun, you hung out with your cousins, played whiffle ball, and pounded tomato sandwiches like it was your job.

Now you still go because you think you should, kind of sit around, talk about who is doing what, kind of poke around at the "new" casserole recipe your grandma saw on the cooking network, which actually just looks like noodles and mayonnaise, and then start the countdown in your mind as to when you can officially make your exit without seeming like a jerk.

That's the Olympics today. We all feel compelled to turn on the TV, watch a few events, drink Coke from the special multi-national Coke bottle, and try to talk ourselves into caring about how we do as a country. But, let's be honest, that mental countdown is rolling the whole time, and we secretly can't wait until we no longer have to sit through swimming highlights on SportsCenter just to catch the baseball scores.

Think I'm wrong? Ok, think about this… What was the biggest story of the last Olympics, excluding basketball? Michael Phelps? Usain Bolt?

Most likely for you it was one or the other. Now think about all the conversations about those two athletes you had with your buddies. I guarantee you, 90% of your conversations about Phelps were comparing him to athletes in some professional sport and, I dare say, much of that time was spent listing athletes we felt were more talented than him. As for Bolt, all we really want to know is if the dude can catch a football. If so we're begging our favorite NFL team to send the dude an invite to camp.

That's where our real interests lie, in our leagues, with our teams. Sure there is the occasional "Dream Team" moment, where for a spilt second we get fired up.. But, its always a flash in the pan.

At the end of the day, we're all just going through the motions, eating Oreo's with the Olympic rings imprinted on them, and waiting till the moment we can gracefully quit caring.

Now, just like that family reunion, we're always going to show up, smile, maybe even take a few swings with the whiffle ball bat for old times sake, but the last thing you want to do is host that beast.

The last thing you want is to have to sit and wait for that one uncle with no sense of time to finally stop rambling about how much Jimmy Dean sausage has changed since he was a kid and finally go home. Once he finally takes off, what are you left with? A pile of dishes, some left over mayonnaise salad, and that ever present leaky trash bag.

Yeah, like I said, you're welcome Chicago.