Your description of the Lindsey Kildow saga sent me searching for video of the wipeout. (I’d already seen it on TV, but somehow you made me want to gawk at it again.) Lucky for me, and other depraved souls, NBC’s Alpine skiing page includes a handy little box labeled “Monday’s Crash Video.”
Here I not only replayed Kildow’s spill (it’s astonishing how far her knee bends away from her body, isn’t it?), but also got my first look at some other career-threatening disasters. I enjoyed watching Frenchwoman Carole Montillet-Carles go airborne, fly smack into one of those red flag gates, and then crash through a protective fence at the edge of the slope. Still not sated, I fired up a clip of Canadian Allison Forsyth. To my delight, she tumbled and then slid for what seemed an eternity—across the course from one side to the other, all the while clutching her leg in obvious agony—before at last becoming entangled in some netting. I felt just great about myself when I noticed a caption next to the clip: “[Forsyth] is likely out for six months with a knee injury.”
You keep your courage porn; I’ll hide in a dark attic with my ski-crash porn.
This morning, I watched the U.S. men’s curling team pull off a stunning win over the Swedes. My boys are still in medal contention, and I could not be more excited. Meanwhile, it’s come to my attention that there is a curling movement right here in D.C., where I’m writing from. A group of folks has realized that U.S. territories such as Puerto Rico and Guam get their own Olympic teams, but that D.C. (which, like those territories, has only a single, non-voting delegate in Congress) has no team of its own. So (mostly as a protest over voting representation), they’ve formed a curling club and have demanded Olympic recognition. I am strongly in favor of voting rights for the D-dot-C, and also strongly in favor of curling. Thus I wholeheartedly endorse this mission. Let’s go for the gold, and also for a senator.
Democratically,
Seth
