Ta-da, Olympics! Beijing and my biennial crush on Bob Costas are both in full swing. I’ve even taken up cycling, oh yes. A daily lap around the block, for the past… two days. Otherwise it’s just hour 134 of televised coverage surrounded by a mound of potato chips and Klondike bars. Which I’m pretty sure is what Coubertin had in mind when he founded these games. Citius, Altius, Fortius, oh my!