Finally tonight, the Winter Games.
Count me among those who don't like 'em and won't watch 'em.
In fact I figure when Thomas Payne said "These are the times that try men's souls" he must have been talking about the start of another Winter Olympics.
Because they are so trying, maybe over next three weeks we should all try too.
Like try not to be incredulous when someone tries to link these
games to those of the ancient Greeks who never heard of skating or skiing.
So try not to laugh when someone says these are the world's greatest athletes despite a paucity of blacks that makes the Winter Games look like a GOP convention.
Try not to point out that something's not really a sport if a pseudoathlete waits in what's called a kiss and cry area while some panel of subjective judges decides who won.
And try to blot out all logic when announcers and sports writers pretend to care about the luge, the skeleton, the biathlon, and all those other events they don't understand and totally ignore for all but three weeks...every four years.
Face it. These Olympics are little more than a marketing plan to fill space and sell time during the dreary days of February.
So for only to hasten the arrival of the day they're done and we can move on to March Madness, for God's sake..let the games begin.
And that's our show for this evening....