Take the blue lines, please. Take them away and give me back my white snow. Those blue lines are flat-out, butt ugly. They look like:
1. Every Porta-John on Whistler Mountain has leaked
2. The Tidy-Bowl Man is trying to draw a football field in the snow in a pathetic attempt to turn the olympics into a real sport.
3. A Giant Smurf has pissed all over British Columbia.
I know its for safety reasons, depth of field and speeds up to 70 MPH (I try not to listen to Bob Costasworth but the stuff leaks in). What was wrong with the nice pine branches they've been using for 100's of years? They're all wintery and Christmasy, and don't remind me of stuff from a toilet.
In the old days, Franz Klammer did not need Blue Dye #4 to nearly break his neck racing down a mountain. He did just fine with pine needles and a shot of Jag.
Iconic. Beautiful. And a week or two later? Cheryl Tiegs wearing nothing but net!
I've got 1,000 other reasons why I hate the olympics but I'm planning on dragging them out over a series of whiny, nit-picking posts so stay tuned "because when we get back, our own Suzie Creamcheese will have an interview with the massive blonde American that won the gold medal in the downhill while we totally ignore the cute, brunette, underdog American that brought home the silver because it was not in the script."
Talk about the agony of defeat, torn ACL, broken ribs and a mouth full of mysterious blue crystals.