I'm pretty sure most people know why, but I feel like enlightening people anyhow.

I love the Olympics, and that love is wide and varied. The reasons I love them are equally varied: The brief worldwide competition, the idea that people kind of forget what separates them and just glories in what we have in common, the pure hard work athletes put into ( Read more... )

It's that time when, once again, I ruminate on the Olympics! I cannot write Olympics! without the exclamation point, so forgive me.

I may have mentioned before that I am an Olympics! addict.  This addiction is still in effect.  However, allow me to step back from my obsession to comment and offer observation.  

1. Bob Costas is like the Olympic! ( Read more... )

My obsession with the Olympics continues.  When I say that, I really mean that it has never ended.  The only thing that perturbs me is the coverage offered by NBC ( Read more... )

I have two issues to write about today, and I would like to discuss the least important first:  Moving.

I hate moving.  I hate packing up all of one's personal belongings and hauling them to a new place, only to unpack them all.  Or, if you're me, to live out of boxes for three months.  Most importantly, not all of my stuff fits in the new place ( Read more... )

And just like that, the Olympics are over. Forget what I said about hating the Olympics, or getting tired of them, or feeling inadequate. Right now, I am the biggest sap ever, feeling sad and, yes, a little empty, now that they are over. I wish I could be an Olympian, but I don't think I can do any of those sports. Well, maybe curling. Anyone ( Read more... )

Okay, so when the commentators are dissing on a competitor's shoelaces, it's time to shut up. Especially when you ended your skating career so long ago that it was impressive to land a double axel, Dick.

But I love the idea of beautiful, touching performances, as seen from the Italian and Turkish skaters. They seemed just so happy with what they ( Read more... )

I'm only slightly disappointed that Sasha Cohen did well. She was very good, and I was impressed. Darn it. I wanted to hate her, straight up. Oh well. Maybe I can find someone else to hate. Those snippy speed skaters seem like a good choice...

Yes, Olympics, I forget how much we really don't get along. When you aren't around, I miss you like fat kid misses cake.* And when you first arrive I am all over you, giving you the attention I felt you deserved. Who cares if all that is showing is a rerun of some previously aired segment of the snowboard half-pipe competition? I watch it, just ( Read more... )

I understand the attraction for ice skaters and dancers to wear white: it's ethereal, it's pure, it's virginal. But white? On ice? You blend right in! No one can even tell someone's on the ice. Oh, and how pure and virginal can you be when your costume barely covers up your hoohah and whatnots?

I want to say one thing: I didn't binge; it was only one hit. I just needed a fix so bad. And when it was over, I didn't regret it at all. We shall see if I regret it tomorrow. For the time being, I am flying high, having just watched Norwegian Lars Bystoel win the gold medal in one of the ski jumping events ( Read more... )