Of Course I Have to Comment on this

Yev vs. Ev

Or, battle of the Evs (this is a throw to any figure skating enthusiasts who know the reference).

So, someone's a sore loser. His name is Plushenko. Seriously.

So, in short, he's making a big deal that Evan Lysacek didn't do a quad and he did, therefore he should be the winner. He half bashes Evan, half bashes the figure skating scoring system. In regards to the second half of his argument, he might have a point.

However. It's the system that's in place. And he knew that. He knew how it worked. This scoring system has been in place for several seasons now. Whether or not he agreed with it, he knew that this was how it was going to be and he could have worked harder on his transitions, footwork, style, etc., the past nine months to be prepared to get a higher score; instead he decided to be stubborn and assume he could win on jumps alone.

Well, now he's winning the gold medal for bad sportsmanship. Evan was better and worked the system better. And seriously, Evgeni - that haircut? And that costume?!?! A sequined version of the tuxedo shirt?!?! That alone probably hurt your marks (although I can't say I love Ev's snakes either).

And the Award for Best Dressed Olympic Figure Skater Goes to....

Jeremy Abbott of the USA.

Classic, understated, non-effeminate, can't-go-wrong all around good choices.

My Favorite Non-American Male Figure Skater

Stephane Lambiel. The Swiss man.

He is an outstanding spinner/footworker (word?) - he has all the details of skating down pat. He's the male Sasha Cohen. Absolutely beautiful to watch.

That, and he is GORGEOUS. It's too bad he is younger than me. And lives on the other side of the world. And we've never met. And who even knows if he's single. Sigh. If this were a beauty pageant, though, he'd be at the top of the medal podium.

They're HERE!!

Expect a lot of figure skating commentary to come (that I know most of my most loyal blog readers skip over, but whatever).

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....

Emily is in Mexico over the next couple days, including the weekend! What am I EVER going to do? Who am I going to constantly email/text? Who am I going to go to a BYOB with this weekend? Who am I going to report my EVERY MOVE to?

This is devastating. I really honestly don't know what I'm going to do. The only remote consolation for this is Olympic figure skating coverage, but even THAT isn't enough.

Tonight!!!!!!!!!

For Those Who Care....

I am back on the Sasha Cohen 2010 bandwagon. I honestly don't know how I briefly fell off for a moment there!!!