EVERYONE was shocked, stunned, disgusted, dismayed, appalled and aghast to find out last week that the Olympics (no! not the Olympics!) was all mobbed up and full of crooks.
Why this is shocking I don’t know. I mean, just a few years ago, the Olympics nearly luged its last when IOC officials got caught with so many bribes, you would have thought they were bagmen for James Traficant. And last week, sadly, the shame fell upon the once-proud sport of figure skating.
Not that the sport hasn’t been declining since Tonya Harding turned it into a contact sport several years ago.
And, unfortunately for athletes who like to twirl in tight pants, it’s been spiraling ever downward – like a bad Salchow – ever since.
But can you blame figure skaters for doing whatever they have to do – including bashing, clashing and cashing – to bring home the gold?
If you go back to Minsk, Moscow or Minnesota medal-less, chances are good you’re looking at a career lutzing your tail off in a big fur dog suit and giant Goofy head at Disney on Ice. If you’re lucky.