Thanks to the marvels of modern tv services, I was just able to watch the entire figure skating gala to round out the winter Olympics, and it was terrific. Now I’m looking forward to tonight’s closing ceremonies with a twinge of melancholy.

Each Olympic season I do this. I watch these athletes from around the world compete in these athletic events that boggle my mind. For the short period of time they’re on tv, I start to think of myself as a bit of an expert in this or that, but really I have no idea what I’m talking about. I wouldn’t know an under-rotation if it bit me in the butt, but I sit on my couch nodding along with the commentators as if I’m a seasoned pro.

I also become a homegrown “expert” on an athlete or two during that time. No, I hadn’t heard of him or her before three weeks ago, but what’s your point? I “know” them now, dammit. So, yes, Adam Rippon is one of my new besties, at least in my mind.

I love seeing the athletes who surprise us, like Czech snowboarder Ester Ledecka who won Olympic gold not only in snowboarding, but in skiing too. I love seeing the underdogs become champions. I love how the training and hard work pays off for many of these athletes, and I love how so many of them are seemingly there just to compete and have a good time. Good for all of them.
I respect anyone who puts in the work to become an Olympian. Congratulations to them all.
So did you see the cross country skier from Norway? The one who fell down almost immediately after the start of the 18 mile or so race he was competing in at the Olympics? The one who apparently banged his head on the way down?