The Doo Doo, The Dah Dah Dah Dah Dah

Oh no! Apolo Anton Ohno is gliding, gliding, looking for an opening, trying to slide inside or around the Canadian in the 500 meter short track. He puts his hand on the Canuck's hip and the red-jerseyed fatback-eater goes careening out of control. Ohno and J.R. Celski, the guy who survived when a skate blade slashed his leg in a nasty fall just five months before, skate on to silver and bronze.

But wait! The Canadian judge is looking at the tape. After further review, Ohno is disqualified, and the Canadian, despite being in a heap along the boards, wins the medal. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. Never mind that in the same replay the Canadian gold medal winner is seen delivering the same hip nudge to a Korean skater. God keep our land, glorious and on the medal stand.

Like nothing else the Olympics embodies the human drama of athletic competition, with a little home cooking stirred in to spice things up. Ohno certainly has skated on the edge of the rules more than once. His gold medal in Salt Lake was questioned vehemently by the Koreans in a similar incident.

Imagine training for four years for one moment, and having it come down to a split second, a missed gate, an errant shot after 20 kilometers of skiing. I loved the Olympic coverage, particularly the human drama of Bob Costas and Al Michaels trying to share the commentary. They're doing the "wasn't it all wonderful" signoff and the facial gyrations of Michaels waiting to break in with his thoughts as Costas elocutes were marvelous. Costas talks, talks, pauses, no wait, he's starting another paragraph, and Michaels' face does a triple lutz and triple salchow as he looks for his opening.

He should have put his hand on Bob's hip and nudged him out of the way.