Local Boy Makes Good

Sports of any kind is rarely on my mind. But like many others, my attention is focused on the Olympics in Canada this week. Yesterday it was the moguls. You know the sport I mean. It's where skiers race downhill as fast as they can between large mounds of icy snow, the moguls. As if dodging moguls isn't challenging enough, the skiers perform flips and somersaults from snow ramps along the way.

Now I've skied a time or two in my life. Frankly, my time was spent finding the longest, gentlest, and most importantly, smoothest places to descend. Admittedly, I'm not very good. Faced with the daunting slopes these folks are tackling, I would kick off my skies and walk to the bottom.

To my way of thinking, every one who leaves the starting gate deserves a medal. It was good too see a Canadian take gold.

I rubbed my sore knees in empathy.