Basketball Game Lost, Saved From Ice Dancing- Only a Moral Victory

So, the TV downstairs is supposed to be 'my TV.' It is my high-def, connected to Dolby Digital surround sound TV. But if you have ever been married (and I have for almost eleven years) you know that 'my TV' really means 'my TV when it's convenient for you, dear' or 'my TV, but if I want to spend any time with you, I watch what you want.' Never mind that she has 'her TV' in our room. You guys know what I mean. Tonight was 'I'm too tired to go watch my TV, so I'll hijack yours and it's okay because we're watching something together.' Those were her actual words, just not from her mouth- but I know she thought them.

I had NBATV on to watch the Jazz/Hawks game (which based on the score must have been a good game to watch), but after dinner was over and I was washing dishes (yes, I wash the dishes in our house), I was told (without any words) "Goodbye, NBA. Hello, ski-jumping." Now, I have nothing against in particular against ski-jumping, except that it was on 'my TV' instead of Joe Johnson and Carlos Boozer. So, ski-jumping it is. It was okay, but I have no idea how scoring works. Austria wins.

Next up, aerials. This is AMAZING to watch, but I have to wonder- who ever decided that it would be a good idea to fly in the air, spin, twirl, and flip, all while wearing skis? You don't land on your skis, and you plow into snow. Last I checked, snow isn't soft. But these people take the insanity several steps past insane- they decided that it was fun (rational for adrenaline junkies), then they decided that this should be a competitive sport and then someone said: "Hey, I want to do this in the Olympics, so I can risk death regularly just in training".

At least this is watchable. I was afraid of what was to come- ice dancing. Luckily for me, before the dancing (or rather, the skating for those who weren't good enough to be figure skaters) started, my wife said she was going to bed (she pulled a 12 hour day at work). Relief!! So I go back to NBATV, and, what do you know, post-game interviews. So, since all other shows stopped running new episodes, off to MSNBC for curling. What a way to end the night- watching John Shuster say, "Sorry, guys" more than you wish to see and China hand it to the US curling team. Not a good ending, but at least I was saved from ice dancing. Am I right?