so i don't know what it says about me that i spent my saturday night at home on the couch watching the national figure skating championships, much less that i have several formed opinions on the subject.
first of all, no apologies. i have an unabashed love of competitive figure skating.
dismal choice of music. not that i'm any kind of classical music afficionado, but it went something like: harry potter soundtrack, chicago soundtrack, disney's aladdin, weird new age beethoven medley, classical beatles compilation. seriously. there must be better stuff out there.
the sky cam thing was OK. you got to see some cool angles, but it was just unsteady enough to make me pretty dizzy and a little sick to my stomach.
speaking of queasiness, what else can i say about the montage of disastrous pairs figure skating accidents followed by multiple testomonies by past and present skaters against helmets, skull fractures be damned.
loved the chevy commercial with the two cars sliding across the ice, mimicking ice dancing.
hated, not only the peppy blond with perfect camera smile, stupid canned athlete speach, and skininess, but especially the repeated live commentary about how hot she is.
that settles it, i'm getting a life... tomorrow.
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