This year I decided to watch the Olympics. Mostly because we actually have a TV now (although the reception is not what you would call desirable). I could definitely do without the ice dancing, however I am absolutely in love with snowboard cross. I thought that the halfpipe was an exciting event. Snowboard cross is super-mega-ultra-exciting, to the point where I was leaping off the couch in anticipation and yelling crazily at the screen. Note to NBC: why don't you give some more air time to snowboard cross instead of ice dancing? Nobody wants to see a bunch of prissies meandering about on the ice.

I talked to my dad about sno-bo cross (coinage courtesy of Slate), and it's the first time that he actually had any idea of what snowboarders actually DO on the mountain. I kinda wonder what he imagined what I did when I trekked up north before he saw sno-bo cross. Hop? Although, these are the best riders in the world, and I only wish that I could look like that. Hell I would be happy if I could land a jump off of the smallest kicker in the terrain park at freaking Stratton.

Mostly now I'm just incredulous at the dumbass move that Lindsey Jacobellis made at the end of run. She had the gold in her hands!! and she decided to grab some air and land flat on her face!! That's what you get for hubris, I suppose. I'm just totally psyched that Seth Wescott won the gold - and that he lives in Carabassett, Maine - near Sugarloaf. Ah yes, another excuse to go back.

Snowboard cross makes me want to get back to the mountain. Now. Anyone up for it?