Bode Miller

If you're like me, you're tired of this guy. Bode Miller, the "rebel" who, as the pre-Olympic toast of the town, seemed to grace every magazine cover and was force feed to us through the Nike ad juggernaut. After loosing everything he entered, his interviews were slanted to the, I just came here to have fun angle. Sell all you want Bode, but I'm not buying. Most everyone knows that I love PTI and to use one of their favorite sound bites "You play to win the game". Thanks Herm Edwards, that's what I think too. Why bother going to Italy if you're just trying to have a good time. Just stay in Colorado, drink and ski you clown. Do what the rest of us commoners do when we go skiing. Don't take up my precious TV programming time watching you lose when I could be watching The Office, and My Name is Earl. Though the Winter Olympics amount about as much to the sports landscape as I do the Calvin Klien underwear modeling campaign, this can be likened to the flop of the last "Dream Team".

I hope this guy just falls off the face of the earth but I doubt I'll be that lucky, so instead of having to refer to him as Bode Miller, I'm going to associate his name with another potentially great "C" sport athlete that never realized his full potential; Roy Munson. Henceforth I will refer to Miller as Munson. He deserves it, he worked hard for it.


"What is it about going O-Fer in all of your events that makes me have to crap? You really jarred something loose tiger."