Ice Dancing

The Olympics are on. I've been watching them like most. And like most I am very displeased with all the goings on of the showcase. The television needs adjustment. A three and a half hour block starting at 8:00pm with splices of this and that scrambled together into an incoherent mish mosh is not Olympic coverage, it's a hot dish gone terribly wrong.

And from this veritable steaming mess a terrible, terrible forgotten evil of the world is brought back from its prison in the underworld: ice dancing. Ice dancing has been covered so intensely this round of Olympics that I now know the sport. I make it a point to be wonderful, not cheesey. And that's just what ice dancing is wonder women, the cheesiest piece of work you'll ever see prancing on the frozen pond.

The costumes are all bad. Sequins never went out of style for these dancers. Their attitudes and "theatrics" rival any telanovella, and their interpersonal relationships are just as scandalous. But really, when it comes down to it, it's the dancing. On ice.
And I do mean dancing, because unlike figure skating (which requires athletic ability) ice dancing has no jumps, spins, twists, or really even turns. It's just dancing. On ice. Picture the great "Dancing with the Stars" but on ice, and that's all this sport has to offer.

Forgive me for being blunt and ignorant, but is this really an Olympic event? Even snowboarding has athleticism involved. But ice dancing? Really? And why is it after so many years of being shielded from its horrors has Olympic coverage released this beast? Sometime they're going to have to gather it up and reign that savage creature in. I just don't want to be around to watch the skates fly. Because there's no bigger diva, than the ice dancer.

Leave the theatrics in the theatre. This is the Olympics. Let's reward athletes, not entertainers.

Stewing, WW