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Olympic Fever -- Catch It!

I don't know about you but I like to watch the Olympics. From the opening ceremony, to all the ice and snow sports to the closing ceremony.

Believe it or not, one of my favorites to watch is Curling. It's basically Bocce on ice. Basically. They call it 'chess on ice' and some matches can be quite intense. I came home from work tonight and women's curling was on... the Americans vs. the Japanese. (side note -- we have a really cute team). Anyhow, the Americans lost in overtime. Boring, I know, but I think it's cool and that's all that matters.

I also think it's really cool when someone wins a medal for the love of their country. I can't, however, understand those individuals who will become a resident of another country just to compete. You weren't good enough for your own country, why would another one want you?

You see the gold-medal winner standing on the podium with tears welling up in their eyes. I can tell you right now I'd be crying like a baby.

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I'd like to apologize right now for the quality the current crop of entries I've written. There's a lot going on at work which I really don't feel like writing about and not much time for things going on in my personal life. I mean: it's Valentine's day and I'm writing about the quality of the Olympics. Tell you anything?

Don't answer that!

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