February 12, 2010.
Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada.
I’m so stinkin’ excited. I am, as previously mentioned, a huge Olympics junkie. Tivo every minute of it that I can. Even bought the commemorative mittens this year. (Who wouldn’t want a pair of fleece lined red mittens after all?)
I watch it all. The trials, the semis, the finals. The downhill, the G and Super-G, the moguls, the boarding, the ice dancing, and yes–even the curling. Doesn’t matter if the competition was several days ago, I will still watch it.
(You should give curling a shot, it’s oddly addictive.)
You know, there used to be a big deal about the Olympics. They weren’t televised, they were basically relegated to press releases. Rome, 1960 changed that. TV coverage started to become standard, for the Germans and the Russians were beaten, and by Americans at that. Now, it’s almost a secondary thing to see on TV. I wish we could return to the time when it was still a big deal. When they split out the Olympics in 1992 (Barcelona (summer) and Albertville (winter)) and decided to have the winter Olympics two years later in Lillehamer, Norway instead of a big event once every four years it lost even more of its allure. I understand the financial ramifications, that makes sense, but now it’s a common event instead of a bigger special event. But I don’t care. I still watch it all.
So get ready, everyone. It’s going to be a fun two weeks!