Total Olympics blubdown

So I'm on the sofa feeding the bub and I flick the TV on to catch the Olympics opening ceremony, and I've only been watching for about 2 minutes and it's the usual crap, with some cute little girl on a wire doing some weird cycling movement with her legs, and some dude on a piano who is probably rather good, and a dove made out of humans and Huw Edwards wittering on and on and on and I start crying Goddammit. What is it with me and the Olympics? All that sentimental pap? Why does it always make me blub like the world is coming to an end?