Not even geography and messed up time zones can't diminish my love. I'm on a dedicated regime of staying up through the night like a GMT chump, last evidenced a few weeks back for the Australian Open. But that's Tennis- mi amor mejor!
I think this dedication has been fostered by a few key ingredients:
a) Canadians Go Grrrr...the unbridled ambitions of Canada and Canadians for someone, anyone, native to be the first to win at an Olympics held on home soil for ever. Forever ever? Forever. So when the breakthrough came unexpectedly, but gloriously, in the Mens Moguls, the sense of relief and crazy maple flag waving celebration was intense. When Alexandre Bilodeau came bobbing across the finish line, I was with them fans, waving my imaginary cowbell. Buoyed by a new sense of possibility, fans in Vancouver and Whistler are cheering down the roof whenever a Canadian athlete steps up to perform. What's not to love about this patriotism?
b) Something New, Something Pretty...well, not 'new' but all these winter sports are new to me! As I've said before, I'm not a snow bunny. But all of these ice and snow sports has brought on new found appreciation. Figure and Speed skating, I already loved. Curling and Hockey, I knew existed. Biathlon, Cross Country, Ski Jumping, I never thought about. In fairness, as a Brit the last jumper I remember was the hapless Eddie "the Eagle" Edwards. Most famous accomplishment? Placing last in the 70m and 90m ski jump events at the '88 Olympics. Sure, he had pluck and spirit to fight his way into eligibility, but watching the world fawn over a glorified loser just doesn't endear this girl to a sport. Vancouver 2010 sets that mistaken record straight.
Not to mention, Whistler mountain is simply gorgeous.
Gah. I want to go to there...
c) Twitt-Informed...checking out the Olympian and fan tweets keep me updated in a nice, random way. For informative articles and interviews, there's ESPN's Bonnie D Ford, and for a behind the scenes perspective, Twitter comes through with Olympic athlete tweets.
Look at the curves, the matte finish, the ring detailing. Doesn't it look smooth and substantial?
I want to go to there...
d) Hot Boys...last but not least, because you should NEVER underestimate the power of lust. And there's plenty to go around here. It's like an Benneton sponsored smorgasbord of hotties. Just when Tennis was starting to get a bit samey, and Football a little smutty, along comes Something New. A mix bunch of grrrr men, aint no weeds to be found!
My Hottie Podium took time to whittle down, and it goes a little something like this:
I had to include one of these iron men, if only for the sexiness of their sport. Biathletes cross the line spent, wiped out, exhausted- ALL of them, standard. This mental and physical extreme fortitude is sexy. Couple that with their all-in-ones, make shift rifles and fleet footedness in snow. Fourcade cuts a dashing figure eyeing up a target. (photo: www.homorazzi.com)
The steely focused 1000m defending Olympic Gold medallist has the nut cracker thighs to rock those teeny tight suits. Also a fan of using huge headphones when listening to tunes during recovery phases, a la Beijing Hottie Michael Phelps. I don't know why this adds to his hotness; but it does.
Nb: Normal sized man-thigh mortals should not attempt to recreate this look.
(Photo:Jasper Juinen/Getty)
So good looking, this one broke my focus from the exciting run of Defago: "Pan back, camera man! Pan BACK!!"
Norway seems to be disproportionately blessed with top talent, of both sexes. Winter or Summer Games, they never disappoint.
Despite the baggy clothes and dude-ish appearance, Aksel has emerged as my number one WOC (Winter Olympics Crush).
I think the evidence speaks for itself.
(photo: Christian Jansky)
No matter what the naysayers say, it's a case of so far so good at the Winter Olympics.
Vancouver is rolling with the punches, and still standing with a week to go- a little bruised, sure, but not K.O.
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