… I keep hearing there’ve been these truly great performances in snowboard cross, and I really should see them. But I haven’t.

Thing is, I’ve hardly seen any of the Olympics. Been too busy actually doing winter sports, y’know? In fact, the only actual Olympic event I’ve so far seen any part of was some of the ski jump. And that was while having dinner, Saturday. Just before going back out to ride again (after the kids, who I’d been accompanying around the hill that day until then, had headed back home, giving me a few minutes to pour back a beer and then get back out onto some more difficult stuff).

Speaking of the kids, the little guy is fast becoming as fanatic as his parents. We spent two days at Mont Ste-Marie this weekend—the second when he insisted yes, the Sunday we’d spent there hadn’t worn him out, and this was really what he wanted to do with the Monday we had off, too…

It’s an hour and fifteen minutes or so, driving up there. Like any five year old, toward the end of that, it’s all ‘Are we there yet?’…

But open the car door, and nothing is gonna keep him off the lift. You need lunch kid? Nope. Bathroom break? Nope. He wants his boots put on pronto, puts his skis on himself, and off we go, onto the one actually largeish hill in the Gatineaus, at 380 metres of vertical.

Dunno where he gets that.

(/Oh, the one other thing I do know about the Olympics: I found this sorta funny. Yes, this probably makes a horrible person or something.)