Let's Talk about the Olympics

I wanted to care, I really did. I wanted to get swept up in the pageantry and the excitement and the competition. I wanted to bleed red, white, and blue. I wanted to get teary-eyed during the national anthem.

But I just couldn't. I just don't care.

I like the luge and the bobsled a lot. I like trying to knock down figure skaters (a little known power I possess - seriously). I like watching short track speed skating. I like downhill skiing and snow boarding.

But this year, I just don't care. I just couldn't.

I am not sure if it was the silly opening ceremony, but it wasn't any more silly than other ones. Maybe it is central time, where everything starts an hour before I am ready for it to start. Maybe it's that other networks have worked hard at keeping my attention by programming new shows instead of rolling over and playing dead during the Olympics. Maybe it's that there are so few commie-pinko countries left to root against.

It certainly isn't that Michelle Kwan pulled out. I don't care. It certainly isn't that Bodie Miller keeps falling or whatever. Yawn. And it's not that Apolo Anton Ono still has that goofy soul patch. I am actually fond of facial hair - shocker.

Maybe it's that I just named the three Olympians I can. And maybe it's that NBC's crew is old, tired, and uninteresting. I tried to watch, really, I did.

But I just couldn't. I just don't care.