I've tried to avoid the winter olpympics this time. But somehow, I ended up watching curling for the first, and hopefully last, time in my life this Sunday. Switzerland v. the USA. We lost.
It was kind of like that time in 1980, when our hockey team played the russians, and won--only without the hockey, the excitement and the sense of incredible pride that came with it.
We have the best looking curling team, to bad its not a beauty pageant. :)