The 2010 Winter Olympics have come to a close. It’s probably for the best really; no more camping out on the couch, stuffing my face and cheering on my team. It’s definitely best for my poor, frazzled nerves. I mean really, we’ve just emerged from two weeks of nail-biting suspense in the halfpipe, speed skating … even bobsledding – and did you see that final hockey match? Good night nurse! This girl needs some time to recover. But before I injure myself attempting a yoga pose, a running narrative on the games …
- We tend to take it for granted, but the United States is pretty darn lucky to have a neighbor such as Canada;
- Eyebrows in the shape of wee pyramids make me giggle;
- As do outfits that accent a particular body part;
- Billie Jean belongs to Michael Jackson, plain and simply. It should never, EVER be reproduced – especially if the end product sounds as if it should be played in an elevator;
- It would behoove some announcers to adopt the following lyrics, “You say it best, when you say nothing at all … “
- A blind snowdog is too, too much;
- The stories of the Olympics are what make the Olympics;
- Some remind us of the greatest sacrifice an athlete can make;
- Others give us a glimpse at courage;
- Truly great athletes are a bit like magic-men – for a moment in time they allow us to feel as if we too can capture glory;
- Gracious losers are the true winners;
- Coaches who truly care about their atheletes are just as great as the athletes themselves;
- Sometimes an athelete should have won, but didn’t;
- That doesn’t turn silver to platinum;
- Diadrea is not a good idea for a license plate; when you’re driving past it looks like diarrhea.
Okay, so that last bit wasn’t really a part of the Olympics. But I did see it on my way home one evening, after which I watched the Olympics.
And with that, we bid a final farewell. Thank you Canada; goodbye winter games … we’ll see you in Sochi …
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