The Olympics, part III

Curling. I admit it. I’m now addicted to curling. After learning that the Olympic event had nothing to do with hair (which is really quite a shame) and was really more like bowling on ice, well, then I had to check it out. Well, I can sum it up with one word: addictive. It starts by being so confusing you have to spend an hour trying to figure out what’s going on, and by the time you start to get a clue, it’s sucked you in to its icy drama. Tricky, tricky sport, that curling.

In other news, my boy Bode Miller is now 0-4 in Olympic competition. Some people are calling him a big phony, but I’m willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he’s a hot phony at the very least.

Quick question: are ice dancing and pairs figure skating the only co-ed Olympic events? See, if it were up to me, the hot chocolate and fire building relays would totally be co-ed.

Despite Bode’s lack of medals and Michelle’s trip home, there is one big winner of these Olympic games: that new NBC show Conviction about the young New York prosecutors. I’ve seen it advertised no fewer than fifty times. I think the Olympic Flame to Conviction commercial ratio is about 1:1. And that’s as good as gold.

--Ally