Ah! I love the smell of the Olympics in the evening!
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I am a complete and total whore for the winter Olympics.

There’s just something about it. My favorite part of the Olympics after medal ceremonies when the American athletes sing along to the national anthem and cry? Opening ceremonies. Why you ask?

First off, I love hearing the names of all of those random countries that I could honestly not pick out on a map with any degree of certainty. I mean seriously, just how many ‘-istan’ countries can there be?! Apparently quite a lot.

I also love the whole ritual of it all. Nothing says pomp and circumstance like the opening ceremonies. Parades, banners, excitement, fireworks, energy, and last but not least flags. The lighting of the Olympic flame. It’s just plain cool in my book.

But who’s bright idea was it to use a melange of cheesy 80s tunes as the accompanying music to the parade tonight?

Did I really need to experience the athletes from Latvia entering to Y.M.C.A.? Chinese Taipei coming in to What is Love? Senegal boogying to Disco Inferno? I swore that if Kim Carnes’ ‘Betty Davis Eyes’ started to play, I would boycott the remainder of the show as some things are just not right.

On the bright side, the naked pink Mohawk dude and accompanying surreal performers were stellar. The Ferrari spinning donuts also was way cool. Made me yearn for a Power Ball win.

I think Italy did it up proud although that could just be the Pinot Grigio talking.

On another note, just where the Hell is the country of San Marino anyway? The world map was a whole lot easier in the Cold War years. I almost feel sorry for the little bastards in our under funded public school systems trying to learn geography these days.