Olympic Fever

I'm not interested in sharing a moment in time with you. I don't even know you.

I don't care about the Olympics. It's like watching gym.

Off the top of my head, I can only think of one thing more insipid than the Olympics and that's the Winter Olympics.

First you take the Olympics -- people you don't know, doing gym -- and then change the events to winter sports, the kind only rich white preppie assholes do, because they require lots of expensive equipment and lift tickets. Presto: You've taken the merely tedious and -- through sheer force of will, and the power of the human spirit -- you've made it insufferable. You've turned Baywatch into Baywatch Nights.

You've taken the single bright spot of the summer games -- healthy, strapping, broad-shouldered, corn-fed young women in swimwear -- and put them in snowsuits.

"Whoa, check out the goggles on her! She can really fill out a helmet!"

Of course, this doesn't apply to figure skating, a sport that illustrates the timeless beauty of half-naked young women and fully clothed gay guys.

One last thought about winter sports: I'm also not sure you're really an athlete if you get most of your speed from gravity.

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