The Agony of Ice Dancing

I've become completely addicted to the Olympics. All those heart wrenching stories of victory and defeat; what's not to like? I've taken to watching every single event that I can, no matter what it is. I totally understand the rules of curling now. I empathize with the Norway-Sweden rivalry in cross country. And this brings me to ice dancing.

I don't get it. I just...don't. I mean, they wear truly ridiculous costumes and go out there and just sort of, well, skate. With giant smiles on their faces.







I get that the footwork is difficult and there are certain steps they have to do and all that but it's not like they're going to fall. I least in regular ice skating they have the jumps and the fear of falling at the Olympics and ruining their chances and dreams and everything they've been working for. I mean, that part is interesting. In ice dancing I sort of feel like, okay you're going to go out and do the routine that was choreographed for you just like you've done it every day in practice. And you probably know basically where you'll end up in the standings because you've competed with this routine before and really how different can it be each time? I'm not saying it isn't hard, I'm sure it is. It just not really spectator friendly.

Although, I could totally see a "Skating with the Stars" as the next reality hit. A bunch of burnt out z-list celebrities falling all over the ice while some bubbly skater glides them along. It would be completely horrendous and #1 in the ratings. You heard it here first.