Olympic Zamboni

Coupla things here, no particular order.

My last post was about the Golden Girls because, well, the Olympics are boring, politics is boring, you don't need to read me write about either, and yet there is nothing else.

I have decided to stop deciding what is and is not a sport, because over the past 13 days, if I've figured anything out, it's that I no longer have a clue one way or another. I've seen so many silly things, some of which fit my definitions, some of which do not. What I think is that the entire process has confused me. I'm inspired to develop a sport where you can be judged based upon your ability to predict how long you will be stuck in rush hour traffic when trying to navigate a northeast direction without an expressway. Because I'm telling you, I'd medal in that competition. You can time it, and you can also judge me with style points. I don't particularly care if it's winter olympics or summer olympics, and I think a case could be made for either. So I'm in for either 2008 summer or 2010 winter, whichever is easiest for the committee to schedule.

I am sitting here watching the skating, and it's fine and all, I won't rail against it. What I will say is that the announcers are a bunch of blowhards who are pretty tough to take. I'm glad I don't figure skate for a living (and you are too, though wouldn't that be a sight, and they'd need to run the zamboni pretty frequently, and why don't they ever show the olympic zamboni, and although i wasn't in a band called olympic zamboni i think i should have been) and I'm glad I'm not the miserable self important people who "call" the sport. I know I know, they aren't all mean. But one of them is.

And with that, I will make one last mention that Kevlar owes us a post.