Because there were two national figure skating championships on this weekend, my wife barely left the couch. Okay, I exaggerate (in fact, she was skating herself on Saturday morning), but it was nothing but skating on the TV.
I enjoy watching here and there, and actually have become a fairly adroit viewer. I can remark “gosh, lovely position on her Ina Bauer” or “he two-footed the landing on his triple-triple” or “who’s more embarrassed by Emmanuel Sandhu, other gay men or other skaters?” with confidence.
I can also remark “yowza, Tara Lipinski turned out hot.” See for yourself. If you don’t know of whom I speak, visit Wikipedia and recall the shrieking young teenager in Nagano.
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For my figure-skating dollar, there’s nothing finer than The Death Spiral, a move that every pairs program seems to include. I love the name: The Death Spiral. It sounds like something from professional wrestling, and I’m always wanting someone in the crowd to shout out, ‘Give her The Death Spiral!’
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