I’ve been watching a fair amount of the Olympics (by fair amount, I mean, almost every night. Look, it’s WINTER, and we’re being frugal with the pennies, okay?) and I am getting increasingly irritated with something. Well, something other than Sasha Cohen to whom I simply cannot warm, talented skater though she may be, because she constantly looks constipated and doesn’t seem like she ever has any fun ever, not like that spunky Emily Hughes, how cute is she? And no, I’m not talking about the incredibly boring sport that is speed skating – look, they just look like synchronized swimmers wrapped in colorful condoms, okay? And GOD NO, it’s not even Bode Miller, who should just change his name to “Biggest Loud Mouth Self Promoting Disappointment In The History of Loud and Promoting”.
No, here’s what’s irritating me. Where are the medal ceremonies? Where are the national anthems? Where’s the ONE athlete from that ONE country who stands on the podium as the first guy/girl from that country to EVER WIN A MEDAL, and where’s that other girl who broke both her legs and cranium and still recovered enough to stand there for her bronze and no it’s not gold but DAMNIT man, she broke her legs? Where is she? Where is all my heart-clutching, tear-inducing, oh-he-looks-cute-in-that-skisuit MEDAL CEREMONY CRYING FODDER?
I watch every night until I fall asleep at 11PM from boredom and overexposure to Chevrolet ads (YOU ARE NOT AMERICA’S BRAND) and the Peacock Network, the Network that has banished Law & Order from my life for two weeks but okay, Katie Couric is really cute in Italy, NBC, why have you foresaken me? How am I supposed to enjoy the Olympics if I cannot CRY AT THE MEDALLING?
Can anyone explain this? When are the medal ceremonies shown? Why does Bob Costas have such earnest and yet far-apart eyes? Can I kill Dick Button now please? WHAT was that Bulgarian ice-dancing team wearing? How much do you LOVE Slutskaya and her rebellious pantsuit? But most importantly, WHERE ARE THE MEDALS? Seriously, my tear-ducts are going to dry up and leave town if I don’t get some good gratuitiously patriotic sob-fest going on here, and STAT.

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