Yesterday evening, Susie and I went to a neighbor's apartment to welcome the launching of the London Olympics. Regaled by several kinds of cheshire cheese, ale, mead [no kidding], clotted cream, Scotch Eggs, and Nutella, we watched what must be the weirdest opening ceremonies ever. Did I see the Queen of England escorted in by James Bond?
Thus far, today, I have seen ping pong, duelling, beach volleyball, and badminton. There has to be something better than that happening, right? At the next Olympic Games, a new sport is going to be introduced: Free Style Men's Making a Fool of Oneself. Mitt Romney is already the odds on favorite to take gold.