Give This Girl A Gold!

February 13, 2006

I proclaim myself the world's best. At what, you ask? Being an Olympics-watching-couch-potato-nothing-doing-slug. Yesterday, I watched TV all day long. And tonight, I have big plans for a repeat performance. And while working today during breaks and anytime I have been on the phone, I have been surfing the web for info on our fantastic Team USA. Ask me anything. So, I want my medal. I don't need a special ceremony with flowers and podiums. Just Fed Ex it. Along with one of those cool berets. I LOVE the Winter Olympics. I am a complete junkie. Can't get enough. Funny, really, since we all know how much I despise cold weather. There is just this feeling that comes with the Winter Olympics. Once every four years we become experts on snowboarding maneuvers on the halfpipe. We can spot just what went wrong to make an athlete lose valuable seconds during the giant slalom. We throw out terms like "throw triple salchow" in casual conversation. Discussions at work begin with, "Did you see the Flying Tomato land those back-to-back 1080s??" Never in my life would I have imagined myself saying that sentence...and people actually understanding me. Ahhhh...the Olympics. (and yes, I know the past few days have kind of sucked for Team USA what with Kwan having to withdraw and Bode not living up to potential and Apolo not making it to the finals and that skiier wiping out and our luger crashing and...the vice president shooting someone...sure...but still. I love the Olympics. Don't take that away from me!)