The first Sunday of the games…
- We begin with more of the “skiathlon” (silly name). There’s a point in the race where the athletes swap their skis—it’s rather like a pit stop in auto racing, and the announcers treat it as such.
- It’s been interesting to watch Hannah Kearney’s evolving response after winning what the Simpsons referred to as “shameful bronze”. She was clearly devastated when it happened (she was the reigning champion), but now she’s much more grateful. Did the QISE Committee reach out and warn her not to be such a downer?
- Costas’ eye isn’t looking much better tonight—perhaps some of the Kryptonian knowledge crystals behind him can provide a medical miracle.
- Ski jumping has been refined to the point that an “agony of defeat” moment is looking less unlikely.
- Usually, “local color” packages are rather meh—but Mary Carillo’s work is always interesting and funny. Tonight, she was off to Siberia.
- It used to be that you immediately knew how someone did in a scored event—did they get a 10 or not? Now, you need the commentators to translate what 129.43 means.
Well, I’m wiped. More tomorrow.