I liked Bode Miller from the moment he talked about how hard it is to ski wasted. That kind of flippant behavior really does something for my anti-authority streak. It was still a little sad when he burned out so spectacularly at the Torino games.

This new, shiny, gold-medally incarnation of Bode still appeals. Even if that rather blatantly shitty attitude isn’t there, those blue eyes are. And so is the naughty, untamed air that kind of makes my brain go haywire and come up with scenarios about cabins deep in the woods and no one around to hear the shouting and fur rugs and … uh, skiing.