I am an Olympics junkie.

I’ve been glued to my tv every morning already, watching Matt Lauer walk through the Forbidden City and paddleboat at the Summer Palace.

A girl’s gotta prepare for Friday’s Opening Ceremonies!

And I enjoy the Games old school—no checking on the Internet for live reporting on who won what or how the medal count currently stands. Nope! I watch the Olympics as they were meant to be watched—delayed broadcast on a national network in the evenings.

Seriously, I don’t want to know ahead of watching the broadcast how Michael Phelps did or if Team USA has overtaken the Brits in the equestrian events. For me, the Olympics are more than just stats on a web page—I want the drama. I want to watch events unfold, and I want to worry and wonder about the outcome until I see it happen. I want to tear up during the medal ceremony because I actually saw what it took for that athlete to get on the podium.

And I don’t know about you, but I’ll have to be either working or sleeping when events are streaming live over the Internet.

So, if I have to plug my ears and start singing “la la la la” over the next two-and-a-half weeks whenever the Olympics comes up in discussion around here in order to avoid hearing a result, so be it.

NBC, here I come.