The winter Olympics are very aesthetically satisfying to watch. I know none of the subtleties of most of the sports, but I find them extremely physically pleasing to watch. Especially speed skating. I have no idea what makes a speed skater great at passing or sprinting, but I find it damn pleasant to watch them go. Even Bob Costas is satisfying to look at. I would trust that guy with my life.
The athletes, though, I tend to hate. I've never heard pro athletes whine and blame and make excuses this often. And the thing that really pisses me off is the constant insistence by 4th place or lower finishers that they don't care about the medals. That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. Of course you care about the medals. You care immensely about the medals. Who the hell do you think you're fooling? Imagine if Tiger Woods came in fifth in the Masters and afterwards explained to the press that he was there because of his passion for the sport, not to win, and that he was very pleased with his fifth place finish. That's what Bode Miller said, after being hyped and self-hyped as the best skier in the world. What if after being up 6-0 in the tie-breaker of the fifth set of the Wimbledon finals, Roger Federer double faulted in 4 consecutive serves to lose 8-6 and went on to claim that he was just thrilled to have made the finals. That's what Lindsay Jacobellis did (cute as she may be). And then Johnny Weir, the prima of all donnas, blamed the f'ing busride and arrival time for his choke.
I just ranted about a skier, a female snowboarder, and a male figure skater. This is what happens when baseball and football are out of season at the same time.