Can't Talk. Watching the Olympics
I swear, if I hear one more ignorant buffoon mocking biathlon because they don't know anything about it, I'm going to strap on my skis, find a gun, and make my way to them for a little educatin'. Of course, at the rate at which I cross-country ski and the time it will take to find a friend with a gun who is willing to lend it to me, that ignorant buffoon will have plenty of time to live a long happy life. *
Biathlon is a sport rooted in history, both Olympic (the Winter Olympics needed traction and they needed nordic and northern European countries to get traction at the beginning; sports like Biathlon suckered those nations in) and traditional World History. Like the Marathon, it has its roots in war - in this case a medieval Norwegian civil one - and was a valuable life-preserving country-preserving skill.
It requires skills and patience and focus and athletic ability and accuracy, and I have watched as much of it as I can find. Even curling comes in second (mostly because there's a lot more curling on TV, not that I'm complaining. I'm picking the Swedish women and the Canadian men to win the whole shebang. I will note that the Chinese women are formidable, and the UK men are remarkable.)
Speaking of curling, it is outrageous that the nearest curling clubs are 2+ hours away.
*Note: I wouldn't actually shoot them. I'd probably end up using the gun as part of a tripod seat while I lectured them until they cried uncle and admited that biathon is awesome. Or maybe as a pointer. Or a demonstration tool.


