These cold February nights have me glued to my TV so that I don’t miss a moment of the sports action at the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver. Curling, anyone? Seriously, I’m intent to just sit on my duff while these well-toned athletes from the world over duke it out in the mountains and on the ice. I’ve got my 22 inch #1 foam hand to wave as Apolo Anton Ohno glides the ice in the hopes of becoming the most decorated Winter Olympian in US history. My sons will toot their sports horns in support of Bode Miller and his skis. And what would the Olympics be without a few USA star clappers to go along with the cheers of excitement for the red, white and blue? Sometimes though, all of that snow in British Columbia can make me shiver – even though I’m an entire nation and various time zones away. So, I’ll fill my 17 ounce bright color Kona mug with hot chocolate and marshmallows, sit back, and relax as the pomp and circumstance continues. The Olympics are a treat that only blesses us once every four years. I have to make this time count.