Man, I take back everything I said in my last post about figure skating. Last night's competition was intense, and I was hanging on the edge of my seat like every other patriotic American, pulling for Evan Lysacek.
And wouldn't you know it, he won.
With a winning combination of dainty footwork and sparkly makeup, Lysacek defeated the reigning Olympic Gold Medalist Vevgeny Plushenko. It was awesome. I was instantly fired up by Evan's strong performance, and I wanted to punch something to show my excitement. You know, do something to re-introduce a little masculinity into my night.
There is nothing masculine about figure skating. Nothing. And Johnny Weir isn't helping things one bit.
Anyway, Lysacek's performance was rockin', and it only got sweeter when Plushenko's scores came in. Seeing that arrogant Russian's face twist and fall into a sick contortion of disappointment was delightful.
And his sore-loserly reaction today? Priceless. His sour grapes only makes Evan Lysacek's victory that much better.
Look, I don't know why I get so America-crazy during the Olympics, but that's the reality. Seeing a rosy-cheeked American boy beat the cold, Russian robot brings a certain cheer to my heart. I want to chase that feeling.
So congratulations to Evan Lysacek, and here's hoping the United States continues its incredible run of Olympic hardware in 2010.
To see a great interview with Evan Lysaceck, click here.