general I heart the Olympics.

I spent the weekend at David and Lisa’s, being a complete Olympics junkie. I didn’t realize they had this disorder as well, but they do, or else the three of us just brought it out in each other. In force.

Here is something that happens now while watching the Olympics that did not always happen.

Scenario: You’re watching an event on TV. Say, snowboarding. Specifically, half-pipe.

Old way:
Companion 1: “I wonder how deep the pipe is.”
Companion 2: “I don’t know, figure that guy’s about five-ten, maybe, so it looks like maybe thirty feet?”

New way:
Companion 1: “I wonder how deep the pipe is.”
Companion 2: “Let me Google it.” *begins Googling it*
Companion 3: “I wonder how high they get.”
Companion 1: “Look that up too.”
Companion 2: “Okay.” *continues looking for depth of half-pipe*
Companion 3: “Do they have pads, or just helmets?”
Companion 1: “Google that.”
Companion 2: “Wait, what was the second thing?”
Companion 3: “How much air they get? Or the pads?”
Companion 2: “The air. Hold on. Five meters.
Companion 1: “That’s how high they get?”
Companion 2: “NO, that’s how deep the pipe is.”
Companion 3: “What is that in feet?”
Companion 2: “Hold on, I can Google that. What was the second thing?”

And so on. It’s magical. At one point, after I had repeatedly used Google to calculate luge speeds (which were on the screen in kilometers per hour), David and I were simultaneously looking things up. “How old is that guy?” “Was she in the last Olympics?” “How long are those skates?”

What did we do twelve, eight, even four years ago? Did we just wait for Bob Costas to anticipate our needs?

What Winter Sport Are You?
You Are Curling

What you lack in athleticism, you make up for in concentration.
And while curling isn’t much more of a sport than bowling, you *can* win a gold medal for it!