I don't like the Summer Olympics. It has nothing to do with China.
Although I try (with extreme emphasis on try) to eat right (most of the time sometimes when there is no ice cream in the house) in a herculean effort to achieve some level of physical fitness (all evidence to the contrary) appropriate to my age, gender, and ability, I am not and could never be confused with any stripe of athlete.
I shudder at the very thought.
Consequently I am bored by all of the Summer events and most of the Winter events at the Olympics. The one exception -- and the event(s) that will have me riveted to my telly in February of 2010 when things get cranked up in Vancouver -- is figure skating.
Pairs! Singles! Ice Dancing! I am front and center for them all. I love the romance ... the grace ... the music ... the outfits! Did I mention the outfits? AH! The crystals! The paillettes! The lace! The chiffon! The feathers! The sequins ...
So to hurry things along and get us in the mood, let's do a little reminiscing about the Winter O's of years gone by ... here's some exhibition or other back in the late '90s or early '00s featuring Olympic gold medalist singles figure skating greats Brian Boitano and Kristi Yamaguchi. Their freeform ice dance is accompanied in song by none other than my adored Josh Groban, who I believe executes a triple toe loop and a couple of salchows with his voice. Mercy.
With so much young and beautiful talent in one room, I'm surprised the ice didn't melt.
The disembodied female vocals you hear during part of Josh's performance are that of lovely Welsh singing sensation Charlotte Church.
