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Monday, February 27, 2006

Let The Games...End!

Well, the winter Olympics ended yesterday – with a whimper instead of a bang, at least here in the U.S. Oh, sure – us Yanks ended up with 25 medals, but who really cares? Other than the winners of said prizes and the fine folks at NBC Sports, that is. The games didn’t seem to make much of an impact this time around, and they barely registered on my radar at all.

I’m sure there are some of you out there who do care a great deal about these Olympiad games. Sorry, I’m just not one of them. Over the two weeks of the games I probably watched all of 30 minutes of the televised fun, not counting the 700 bazillion commercial breaks. I caught part of the skiing, a few minutes of the luge, the speed skating, and a little bit of the snowboarding, which still looks to me like a pretty gnarly way to hang ten, dude!

But other than that, I didn’t watch much. I’m not a fan of ice dancing, curling baffles the hell out of me, and I really don’t care about figure skating -- triple back spins, quadruple lutzs, and flaming toe spindles be damned. I know somewhere out there Red Buttons and Scott Hamilton just felt an enormous shift in the Dark Side of the Olympic Force, but I’m afraid that’s how it is, fellas.

Still, you have to admit that this is a pretty impressive move. There’s no way I could raise my leg this high, even if I was standing on cement and not a sheet of ice while balancing on a thin blade. So bonus points have to go out to this young lady for her flexibility.

It’s just too bad that it’s an impressive skill that’s marred by a rather unflattering angle, ain’t it? I mean, goodness gracious. You’ve worked for 20 years to achieve this moment in history, and you’ll go down in the annals of Olympic history as the girl in the crotch shot.

So now the Oly Bowl is over, and bored guys will have very little sports-wise to waste a Saturday on now until March Madness starts (another sport I could care less about – college basketball), then baseball’s Spring training gets underway (which only matters if you happen to be somewhere nearby to catch a preseason game.) NBC will go back to airing crappy pre-recorded shows, and Bob Costas will go have himself a well deserved vacation.

As for me, I’ll start looking forward to the 2010 winter games. And finding a way avoid the devil of a cramp from trying this skating move.

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