The only time I’ve chanted USA! USA! USA! in the last couple of weeks was the other night at the bar when Jenni (USA) was arm wrestling Jumi (CAN). And that was only because I’d had a couple of drinks and well take any chance I can get to yell loudly in a bar. Other than that, my sense for USA pride in the Olympics isn’t really what it used to be.
I don’t know what it is either. Maybe it’s all the doping and anti-doping accusations and rules that have come out in sports as a whole over the past few years. Maybe it’s because I have no idea how the rules in curling play out. Maybe it’s because if I have to hear or read about one more person’s snide commentary on Johnny Weir’s costume choices, I might throwdown. Maybe it’s because the two-man American bobsled team wears unitards that show off the fine details on their man parts. Or maybe it’s because I had no idea there was a sport involving cross country skiing with a gun on your back and stopping periodically to shoot grapefruit size targets. Why don’t those women have boobs, by the way?
So, anyway, while I can really appreciate all those die hard Olympic fans, I’m using your Twitters and your Facebook entries and your blog posts to fill me in on all the highlights.