Ice dancing! That's what the Olympics is really all about!

Ice dancing. That was the only thing that pulled my attention to the Olympics. I was a dyed in the wool Torvill and Dean fan, and really enjoyed the ice dancing this time around, though no couple ever approached T and D’s dynamism, elegance and style. The Italian couple did produce some historic histrionics that were amusing, if not Olympian.

Ah, the Italians. This Olympics was friendly, fun, and life affirming, like the Italians. I love the Italians. Ciao, bellos. Job well done. The passion did in fact live in Torino. I will miss “being in Italy” now that the Olympic games have ended.

I won’t miss the Olympics, however. How can I when there are Olympics of some sort every two years now? Too many sports on TV to begin with and then a two week saturation of sports every two years!!?? It bums me out. I just don’t get sports. I can see how some of them might be fun to do, but very few of them are much to watch. Where is the plot? Where is the character development? At least most of the Olympics involves short-attention-span sports- four minute programs, 2 minute slaloms, everybody trying to get done FASTER than everyone else, (which I appreciate, I must say), but there are SO DAMN MANY OF THEM. One event after another, six hundred preliminary runs, quarter-finals, semi-finals… They go on forever. I’m exhausted! I need some Masterpiece Theatre therapy and I need it now. And a mocha latte.

P.S. GO, APOLO! God bless Joey Cheek. And did the Flying Tomato get to meet Sasha Cohen?