Good Grief, Olympians

     I've pretty much turned the channel on Olympic coverage. Not that I don't wish them well, but it really doesn't matter to me whether Norway or Sweden wins the medals, or for that matter, Austria or Germany. And I don't see the point in watching   and hoping that Russia and North Korea lose.
    Based on the competitions I have watched, the Americans have pretty much bottomed out, both figuratively and literally.  The only pure victory I've seen was Shaun White. And for that one, I had to leave the room during his third run, after seeing him behind by a fraction for his first run and then messing up his second.
   I saw Lindsay Vonn's sad finish, the ice skating phenom fall on his rear end not once but at least twice, the hockey team lose to Russia, the curling team lose to somebody, and several more slips from anticipated glory.
   Then last night, after being defaulted into watching Chris Stapleton Country Music Concert,with somebody else who wrote about his house burning down, I  switched back to the Olympic coverage and saw----Victory.  Not  gold but silver, but a medal nonetheless, in speed skating, I think it's called.  I decided to watch because there were only 5 competitors, so I thought there might be a chance for one of the three medals awarded.  And I was right: the American took second place. Aided, no doubt, by the fact that 3 of the 5 fell down, leaving only 2 contenders.  The American took Silver. I think the Bronze went to one of the fallen skaters who scraped himself off the ice and finished the course.
     How much more angst before it's over. I'm tired of all the pre-arranged interview sessions now addressing what might have been.  If only...