Every two years when the Olympics rolls around I turn into a sports watching fiend. It is like some switch gets turned and I have been packing in all my TV time for the entire year this week. So far three nights in a row Tim has had to peel me off the couch as I fade between 11 p.m. and 12 a.m. trying to wait 11 more minutes for Michael Phelps race or 15 minutes until Dara Torres. The upside is that I am slightly more productive the rest of the day as I avoid the computer (i.e. wasting time endlessly surfing the web) to not have results spoiled for me.