It’s the MOST wonderful tiiiiiiime… of every two years.
The Olympics. I love the little flags. The suspense. The heartbreak. The triumph. The wipeouts. I love the columns of numbers and the standings and the milliseconds. I’d forgotten how much I love slopestyle and halfpipe and snowboarding motorcross. I love the sweeping panoramic landscapes taken from helicopters. I love the names and the diversity and learning about the different customs and parts of the host country. I love the medal counts. I love the McTwist. And the touching human interest stories. I love when they take us to the homes of the competitors from all over the world and we get to see where little international athletes come from… Colorado and Utah.
Only two complaints in 2018… I had higher hopes for the debut of this new women’s Big Yawn… I mean “Big Air” event. That, and it seems the OAR (Olympic Athletes of Russia) team has really put a dent in the number of Svetlanas this year. I definitely have not gotten my fill of Svetlanas…