If only there were a medal for laying on my couch...

I've been watching the Olympics hardcore, which is convenient in my hotel room with cable television. If I were in Italy, my only Olympic coverage would have come from the internet, and reading about Michael Phelps winning gold medals and breaking world records after the fact just isn't as cool as watching it live. Saturday night, we were all gathered around Drew and Becky's television, jumping and screaming when Phelps won gold medal number eight. I'm a casual sports fan, at best, but every four years when I hear that theme song, something happens and I can't get enough, even if it's mixed doubles badminton.