You’re listening to The Wocket, in audio form.This is the recorded version of my latest column. I’m experimenting with turning these essays into spoken pieces — partly because I like the format, partly because some of you prefer listening while commuting, while falling asleep (and trust me, this is audible melatonin), or while avoiding eye contact with your fellow human beings. And don’t we all.

I’d genuinely love to know what you think of the audio version, so feel free to let me know once you’ve listened.

This one is about loving the Olympics while being deeply skeptical of nationalism. About cheering for athletes while side-eyeing the countries they represent. About the strange space where admiration, critique, pride, and discomfort all sit together on the couch.

If you’re new here:The Wocket is basically amateur sport — lots of effort, no endorsement deals, and running on the support of people who believe in the goal.

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More audio Wockets coming soon if people dig this format.

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