Olympic-fatigue

If you are starting to get a little Olympic-fatigued this weekend, take a break by reading Grantland -- their Olympics articles are lyrical, or hysterical, or both.
A Plan to Take Back the Curling Power: Let’s Buy All the Granite proposes

world domination by the United States of the sport of curling and revenge against Canada for its numerous insults to our national pride, which include, but are not limited to, Justin Bieber, Alan Thicke’s son Robin, and Nickelback.

Citius, Altius, Frigidiores uses skelton to advance the proposition that

the heart of the Winter Olympics is a dark heart, and nothing brings it relief but proximity to the abyss.

 The NHL Grab Bag notices that other winter sports have too many events while hockey has too few

in 2018, I’m proposing that in addition to the normal 60-minute games, we also debut the 45-minute and the 90-minute ice hockey events. Each will take place on both international and NHL-size rinks, as well as whatever it was in the old Boston Garden. And needless to say, each nation will also be invited to enter teams in the four-man, five-man, and six-man events.
There you go. If it’s good for the other sports, it’s good for us, too. And when Sidney Crosby heads home with nine medals, he won’t have to take any lip from Germany.

And here is their article on the tragic beauty of women's ski jumping

Their skis opened to a V, thin extended wings. Their bodies stretched and were still. They were like kites caught in the air. The quieter they stayed, the farther they flew.
They were falling at every moment, speeding toward the declining ground. They floated, and then sank downward. They were always men, until now.