The entertainment of the games
As I search the cupboards for the equivalent of a tea strainer, I’m reminded that “if I can’t be handsome, at least be handy”. Seriously.
Let’s forget for a moment why a tea strainer might be the target of my search (to make an ersatz chip dip). I have to perform, it seems. Not enough, my natural charm. I have to produce on demand. Yes, I’ve become an object, but only because I work for peanuts.
Today, it’s all about what’s going on in Vancouver. I actually finished off my break with some women’s curling. Canada is off to the gold medal match, after another one of those games where I sit, astonished. Big patties of granite that seem to disobey the rules of basic physics and gravity. OK, less the gravity thing, since the stones never actually levitate.
Later on, the men’s curling goes to the same destination. Will there be gold, this time tomorrow. Highly possible. The only thing missing would be a playoff involving gold vs gold. No need to handicap such a match; the adversaries are evenly matched. Chess on ice.
Next up, real gold. The women’s hockey team have gone for gold, with a shutout to boot. Yes, the game isn’t as fast (or as rough) as the distaff side tomorrow, but it’s still decent hockey. I actually switched things up, listening to commentary in French, English and Cree (I think).
The fancy skating is on right now, but I can’t handle the noise. Placing great music with an overlay of “look how much I know about everything” commentary makes me want to hit mute. In future, could we develop a secondary audio channel; one that blanks out the voice.
