Showing posts with label Biathalon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Biathalon. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Winter Olympics 2010 Wednesday

Oh, Vivi - what have you done now?

As you may recall (or not)(perfectly understandable, darlings - we all lead such hectic lives, non?) it was not too long ago that I had an illumination conversation with Canadian Olympic Biathlete, Vivi Kocher.

During the interview (at about the 4 minute 9 second mark on the 2nd video, I go all Nancy Grace on her ass, and bring up some pretty serious past allegations.

Which she denied (I think) vehemently.

Yet look what's happened to poor Miss Belarus up there.

Oh, Vivi.

Oh, Canada.



[editor's note: nah, just funnin' with ya; Belarus girl's just plain tuckered out. That's all. Nothing to see here. Because Iwouldn't want you thinking I'm all macabre or anything...this is a photo from an amazing series posted on the Boston Globe's website]

Friday, February 5, 2010

For the Love of the Game(s) Friday

Oh, my. Can The Baroness just say how thrilled she is?

Wait, let me back up a minute.

You may recall that here I (foolishly) volunteered myself to be your official blogosphere ambassador to the 2010 Winter Olympics.

Well, the powers that be somehow made it happen, and ta dah!!! I got my first interview!

Two things you should know ahead of time:

1. The powers that be were too cheap to get me a videographer, so I had no choice but to do all of this myself.

2. I do not really know how to do all of this myself.

Without further ado, Let the Games begin!!



OK, sorry to interrupt.

Two more things you should know:

1. As part of the steep learning curve, I did not edit this. It is - not unlike the sometimes blahdee blah blah of my posts - a tad long. But I had such a good time, I didn't want it to end. No one's got a gun to your head to watch the whole thing...

(well, actually, she does)

2. What you've always heard is still indeed true. Canadians are polite. Exceedingly so.

Some of us (maybe those involved in perhaps a field of sportsplay that might employ skis and rifles) could from time to time, be a titch outspoken.

But it is just that.

Outspoken-ness: The sign of freedom.

And who among us doesn't love freedom?

If we had amendments up here, I'm sure this would be one.



You heard the lady.

Be nice.

Like we are.

Me and Vivi.


 
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