Being sick sucks. This we know. What makes it worse is suffering through daytime television. But fortunately for me, there's the Twentieth Winter Olympiad.
"WHAT?!?!" you ask. "The Olympics are horrible!"
I agree. Except for one event:
I just watched the USA kick Sweden's butt around the ice. Seriously, I watched the entire match and even gave a fist pump when the US clinched it. I guess there's only one problem: I have no freakin' idea what the rules are.
I feel like an idiot watching them slide their stones and sweep their ice [what other sport involves doing housework?] because I don't know what they're trying to accomplish; I'm still not sure how they score. And the commentators use all these technical terms about the sport. They were speaking English, but it might as well have been Swedish.
You know, I could spend some time researching the sport, maybe checking out a website like this to figure out all the lingo. But . . . honestly, I don't care that much.
I don't worry too much about feeling like an idiot every four years.