The Winter Olympics are in full swing. Our own Julia Marino competes in snowboarding — “slopestyle” and “big air” specifically, neither of which existed when the ancient Greeks held their first Olympics. (It was summer, and they wrestled naked. While that might be a ratings draw now for some network, the choice of non-sportswear is probably not very wise now that winter games have been added. Besides, where would you put the sponsors’ logos?)
But I digress. Americans may or may not be glued to their television sets. We may or may not be excited about sports that did not exist until the X Games invented them. We may or may not know who already won and lost, because South Korea is so far away it’s already tomorrow there today. We may or may not have a squintillion other things to do, such as binge-watching every show Netflix and Amazon hurl at us; reading the news to find out what latest White House aide has now stepped into an alternate-universe controversy, and/or whether our stock portfolio has lost all of its money or just most of it, and avoiding like the plague everyone else in Westport who is coughing and wheezing with the flu or some other type of sickness.