10. Bob Costas referring to the "Slovakians" just a few minutes after snidely saying "most Americans" wouldn't know where Torino is. It's Slovaks, dumbass. Join the moron club.
9. the spinning Ferrari. Like whoa.
8. the speech by the mayor of Torino. "Benvenutti! Benvenutti a tutti!" Is there any language more charming than Italian? (Note: I totally don't know if what I just quoted is right, but that's what it sounded like. So if I'm wrong, I join the moron club too.)
7. seeing Sophia Lauren looking fabulous at age 71. If I had style, she would be my style icon.
6. catching glimpses of Danny Kass, my favorite for the men's halfpipe, among all the (excessive, IMO) coverage of Shaun White and Bode Miller; and of Hannah Teter, my favorite for the women's halfpipe, among all the excessive coverage of the men
5. the totally weird 70s and 80s American pop playing during the parade of nations, or whatever it's called when all the athletes come in, and wishing I were an Olympic athlete so I could parade in doing the Hustle
4. secretly rooting for all the nations that only sent one athlete. Way to go, dude!
3. those heat packs that stick to your back. Okay, not technically Olympics-related, but the heat felt good after a day of snowboarding and I wasn't tethered to the wall with a heating-pad cord. Thanks, skin-friendly glue industry!
2. getting to the waist decreases in my hourglass sweater, NOT twisted this time. Score!
1. Pavarotti. Turandot. WOW.