Dear Olympics,

How do you do it? Every two years I think, "I doubt I'll watch the Olympics this year", yet somehow I find myself glued to the TV. I become an expert in some oddball sport that I won't remember in two years. I find myself waxing poetic about the back-story of some athlete from a country I've never heard of.

Granted this year I was hooked from the start. How could I resist? My uncle was walking in the opening ceremonies. I didn't see him, but I'm pretty sure I got eyestrain from the effort. But thanks to my vigilance I got to enjoy some cool lighting effects, found myself entranced by an opera singers hair and was left wanting with the big cauldron reveal. Vancouver you could have done better, mechanical difficulties aside that cauldron blows. Let's hope the next host city gets it right. Back to Uncle Mitch, after more eyestrain I was rewarded with tons of Uncle Mitch air time when Evan won the gold! Hey crybaby Yevgeny, shut-it you didn't win… better luck next time. No-one likes a poor sport.

I finally figured out why I love the winter Olympics. Most of the sports are full throttle versions of childhood winter activities. The luge and the bobsled are just sledding…. I could totally do that, if I weren't a wimp. J

Well as the Olympics come to a close, I find myself wonder, what in the heck am I going to do to keep myself busy. See you in two years!