I may not be the only one requiring therapy after seeing some of these guys...

Apologies to all for the huge delays between postings. With the Olympics going on around here, the clock seems to fly by. Plus, that crazy Apollo Anton Ohno keeps calling me wanting me to be his wing-man. Who can say no to that?

So I watched figure skating for the first time in, well, forever. I do not profess to even remotely understand figure skating. I hope for wipe outs, or hot ladies in cute costumes. I'm that guy who waits to see if someone slips on a flower someone threw on the ice. Bad I know, but thats why I might watch.

I am always amazed at how "open" these ladies are with letting their male partners touch them all over the place. I would love to see what practice looks like on lift day or twirl day. How some of these people can hold a straight face when pulling off some of these moves is beyond me, like this picture. The guy is smiling, and I can see why.

Now what I do understand about figure skating is the concept of ugly, as in that is one ugly costume. I'm still angry at my mom for some of the stuff she dressed me in as a child, but in comparison, these male figure skater dudes need some serious costume management. Now we can all debate the stereotype of the sexuality of many male figure skaters. I won't go there. But any man really needs to be comfortable with himself to dress like this in public.

Regardless, like a bucket list item, I managed to make it through an entire evening of figure skating without flipping stations. Well, OK, I did change a few times, but I flipped back quickly. I would have hated to have missed any more of these crazy costumes.

Oh man, that's my cell again. I already know who that is....