For the first weekend of the Olympics I realized my favorite sports have changed. I used to love the figure skating. I’m assuming most people do because it dominates broadcasts. But I get up and walk around the house during it. I’m not rushing back to see what happens next after getting the bath ready for Iddo at night.
But if it is slopestyle or the biathlon or super-suits (long track speed skating), I’m glued to the screen. Bode Miller? A guy who straps skis to his feet, wears a spandex suit with a helmet as his only protection going down a mountain at almost 90 miles an hour? I’m on the edge of my chair.
I need some speed. Some danger. I need less than a second to separate the winner and 12th place. I need some head-to-head competition. Give me some split second twitches of a foot that make the difference in the luge.
Speaking of luge – How does someone get into that initially? I saw that the dad of one of the US lugers built him a luge track in the backyard he started going down at the age of 7. I’m pretty sure I didn’t know what a luge was at the age of 7 to even ask my dad to build me a track.