Olympic skating

I don't personally watch any fancy-schmancy, yawn-inducing skating. If you were to ask me, I would say that a triple-axle lutz shit my pants isn't exciting. It might have been exciting ten years ago when Nancy Kerrigan had her stupid boyfriend's idiotic thugs bash her competition's leg. That was fun for a while. But there are only so many times you can revel in delight to the poor girl sitting on the ice, whining, "Why me? My leg.... Why me?"

I don't find it interesting any more now that I'm twenty years older, than I was when I used to think there was something to it. Now, I flip past it and immediately block it out as if I had accidentally looked out the car window and saw a dog hunched over trying to take a piss or a shit on the grass. I did see part of the American competition on NBC in high definition, and I really like to watch actual high definition shows on high definition channels (they are very few and very far between).

So it brought back some of the early wonder and joy when I saw these anorexic, overworked teenaged girls lining up a jump, twirling, and -BOOM!- falling on their skinny asses. I actually whoop-whooped and clapped when I saw that. Unfortunately, they don't fall often enough. I'm definitely NOT going to enjoy any winter olympic events this year.