I was extremely ambivalent about the Winter Olympics.
"Why isn't my show on?"
"Oh, is that starting tonight?"
Then I started watching. I was excited to see JR Creski because he'd shown the Biggest Loser contestants his gigantic scar and had shown them how to slide on that thingie. The short track races scared me. Those guys were so close to each other. I thought surely there'd been more skaters with big gashes in their legs. I was jumping out of my seat when the Koreans knocked themselves out and Ohno and Creski won their first medals.
I became a critic when I watched the women doing the downhill and cringed at the crashes. I got frustrated with the commenter (the woman) when she criticized Vonn for favoring her good leg before winning a medal. Geez Louise! She won! I don't care why she almost lost control at the end of her run.
I fell in love (metaphorically) with the Canadian Curlers... one player in particular who'll make an appearance in my blog shortly :) I had known absolutely nil about the sport and by the end of the day I could pick out their strategies. I breathed a massive sigh of relief when they beat the British. And cheered when they won the gold yesterday.
I cheered the Chinese Li Nina when she made those nearly flawless jumps. That woman was amazing.
With sports I'm a little inconsistent. I have no idea whether I'll be this excited during the London summer games in a couple of years or whether I'll be looking for the same guys that did so well in Vancouver when they get to Sochi (although I may keep an eye on a certain curler...) But I'm no longer ambivalent about these games. I might even watch closing ceremonies.