In a weekend absolutely packed with Sportsitainment, the Olympics tried to provoke their audiences. In Turin, which is Italian for "it never snows here", the ice dancing competitors slipped, stumbled and sprawled their way into our delayed broadcast living rooms.
One of the complaints about attendance and US interest in the Olympics has been the impact of the internet. Scores and results, sometimes even video, of the events is instantly available. Now the competition no longer resembles a papal election (with dribs and drabs of stories leaking out at the end of each day) but a day on the New York Stock Exchange trading floor. Results fly out instantly from a host of sources. Endless speculation turns a once singular event into just another blip in the constant noise stream of the modern world.
Unless you are a strict Islamic adherent, in which case you will be stocking up on vodka bottles to hurl at the nearest western embassy in deifance of the publishing of yet another abominable Cathy cartoon.
When will she learn her place as servant and chattel to her husband!
Sorry, I was channeling my own inner lunatic there for a moment. Stand by for tomorrow's episode when I become Pat Robertson and declare that it was the homoeroticism inherent in NASCAR as evidence by Jeff Green's quote;
"Dale Jarrett hooked me in the right rear. You can blame a lot of things on rookies but he isn't a rookie. I don't understand what happened there."
Which is to blame for the crash laden Daytona 500.