Don’t get me wrong; I love the Olympics. I really do. But Joe is obsessed with them, and it is slowly killing me.
Do I care if the Canadian speed skater beats the Polish speed skater? No.
Am I thrilled by the Czech Republic vs. Russia hockey? Hun-uh.
But Joe is. It’s like a tic. If he knows there are countries competing in winter sports, then he’s perched at the TV with a slack jaw and the remote.
And I’m dying.