Just inside one week after the Saints won Super Bowl XLIV (that's 44 if you didn't pass the 8th grade) the first Olympic Games of the new decade launched yesterday in Vancouver, Canada. Sorry, Chicago. Coincidentally, I had a short layover in O'Hare yesterday and all I could think about was how much different this airport would have looked had they not been bumped in the first round. I thought the same thing when I was in South Bend, Indiana and saw a meager little shelf in the airport gift shop dedicated to the Colts.
Although the Games were kicked off by the death of a luger from Georgia- the country, not the state- the procession, led by Greece, was a success for all the fashion police of the world who have just recovered from the Grammy's. From the sexually-ambiguous-figure-skater Johnny Wier's choice of faux fur with the imminent backlash from PETA (haha) to the dreadlock-wearing-Japanese-snowboarder-with-an-identity-crisis taking fashion lessons from K-Fed, the written coverage of the Games has been pretty lame.
The only thing that could possibly be worse than the fashion coverage is the prospect of the Canadians serving moose penis appetizer samples at the Games.