I do not watch sports. Ever. I’m not a fairweather fan; I’m an indoor unenthusiast. I did go through a long figure-skating period, which has all but died. But every four years, I resurrect my dormant sportie. The time has come again, and in 26 days the Winter Olympics will begin in Vancouver.
For the past few months, Canada has gone Olympic-mad. I only live in Toronto (which is feeling more than a bit crotchety about the whole thing) and even we’ve caught on to the wintry spirit. I mean, the last time the Olympics were in the land of poutine was more than 20 years ago, so hey, we’re revelling in it. […]