The Winter Olympics are approaching and I am looking forward to the giant slalom, the ski jumping and even the freestyle snowboarding.
The ice skating? Not so much.
My wife and the girls will hijack the remote control and force me to sit through double axles and triple lutzs, but I will not enjoy it.
It's not because I can't skate, I can. For a man of my considerable girth, I actually move quite well on skates, assuming I'm in a rink and not on a lake. And the ice has been freshly-Zambonied. (can Zamboni be used as a verb?)
But after a few laps or 2 minutes of organ music (whichever comes first) I'm ready to return to terra-firma and let the flow of blood resume in my ankles.
Perhaps that's why I wasn't all that surprised to read of the bear who mauled his trainer after being forced to ice skate and perform tricks in a Russian circus.
The astute observer will also note that the ice skates in question were pink. Which no self- respecting bear, male or female, gay or straight, should be forced to wear.