Olympic Dreams

2.2.2014

People my age don't usually have Olympic Dreams.  Maybe there's a ancient curler or an aged bobsledder or some old coot or another that dreams of glory.  Maybe some codger dreaming of carrying the torch for a stretch counts but maybe not.

I have Olympic Dreams.

I dream of an Olympics that isn't ruined by the network airing it.  I dream of an Olympics that isn't ruined by the mind-numbingly stupid television commercials that carve up event coverage like I carve up a Frito Pie.  I dream of robust online Olympic coverage that doesn't FORCE one to sit and watch the same mind-numbing TV spots.  I dream of Olympic coverage that isn't hour after hour of fluff piece.

I just want to watch sliders and skaters and skiers and hockey games.  I don't give a shit what Shaun White has to say.  I want to see him fly like a tomato.  I don't care where Julia Mancuso's weight room is (it's on a beach), I wanna see her fly down a mountain.

A man's gotta have a dream.

Tonight - Doc's Clock.

Doc's Clock invites you to "get drunk earlier."  Take them up on that offer.


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!