Olympics, part 1: Why the same old themesong can't make up for overbearing human interest stories by the thousands.

Beloved Quesolitos, you may all collectively exhale while shaking your heads in appreciation that the great blizzard of 2006 was not enough to shut the High Cheese down. Sure it made me cold and made me shovel my walk (did you know that if you don't shovel your sidewalk in front of your house you can get a ticket from the police?), and it made me stay indoors, but let's be honest that last one was happening pretty much no matter what.

Nevertheless, it is Olympics time, and that means that the Experiences of Turin are shrouding primetime TV (couldn't resist the pun on the Shroud of Turin, the city which we know now as Torino). Actually though, I hate the way we show the olypics on television. I mean, there is like a six or seven hour time difference (a better blogger would have researched that...sorry), so if its happening there at noon it is happening here while I sleep, but honestly, I wish they would air each event live, then recap with a commercial free power packed primetime broadcast. I hate the staged feel of the primetime broadcast.

Think about it, the World Cup--also this year--shows its games whenever the heck they come on, all live!!! And you know what, four years ago the Cheese drug himself out of bed on more than one occasion to watch 2:15am matches pitting England against the Dutch, or Nigeria against Italy. You see, the World Cup only happens every four years and so they flex it like they know it. They say, "look if this matters to you then show me it matters." Why can't the Olympics do the same?

And don't blame it on the sports! How many of you watch downhill skiing anytime outside of the Winter Games? Or Bobsled or Luge? Right. And how many of you watch swimming competitions for that matter? Or hockey (sorry Chris, that was a cheap shot, I know)? Yet we come home and watch them primetime like we are fanatics. I mean, the Olympics itself is what make these sports appealing to us for a brief span--flex your muscle and broadcast it live during the day...please. It doesn't hurt this line of thinking that I am snowed in.

Well, long enough for one day. Aryn already quit reading by now.

God save the Cheese--and Matt who is very ill and needs to go get some antibiotics.