I am watching the women's (ladies?) figure skating. I already know the outcome. Why am I watching it then?
Go Bel Air girl! Oh. You got sixth.
Go Sacha Cohen! No not Alli G, Sasha Cohen! Oh. You fell and got second. You fall and got second? How does that happen?
Like my father, I dread everytime a skater falls. "Once they fall," he use to say, "it's over."
The Americans didn't do so well. Perhaps the curse of Michelle Kwan robbed them of a medal filled Olympics.
Update: The Americans are falling. Sasha Cohen is still geting the silver. Bel Air girl, Kimmie has the jitters. Still a wonderful performance. The judging is weird no more 10s and it is so anticlimactic.
Go Bel Air girl! Oh. You got sixth.
Go Sacha Cohen! No not Alli G, Sasha Cohen! Oh. You fell and got second. You fall and got second? How does that happen?
Like my father, I dread everytime a skater falls. "Once they fall," he use to say, "it's over."
The Americans didn't do so well. Perhaps the curse of Michelle Kwan robbed them of a medal filled Olympics.
Update: The Americans are falling. Sasha Cohen is still geting the silver. Bel Air girl, Kimmie has the jitters. Still a wonderful performance. The judging is weird no more 10s and it is so anticlimactic.