Enduring the Olympics, the 2010 version

Here’s a sign that you’ve had a personal blog for a little too long.  Tonight, I sat down to write a missive about how I’m a bit fatigued watching the Olympics.  You know… how after a week-plus of near saturation of coverage, you start to feel tired yourself, as if you’re a cross-country skier dragging into the homestretch with nothing left in the tank.

Honk if you’re confused by this bumper sticker

A while ago, I wrote an entry about the 10 signs for “slow driver ahead.”  While not the most popular thing I’ve ever scribbled, it was nonetheless a favorite of a co-worker whose SMP codename is Skipper.  Skipper and Mr. Skipper live in the hinterlands outside of Raleigh, NC, and they both know what it’s like to get stuck behind a pokey driver.