I channel Mike Wise

The problem with a blog like this is your bosses might theoretically be reading it, and they might theoretically disagree with some of your life choices. Like this one, for example.

Coming home from Barry Svrluga's Alpine ski chalet last night, my rented Italian cell phone failed to make the bus transfer with me. By calling the phone, I ascertained that it continued riding the OFM6 all the way to Sauze d'Oulx, where it currently resides. To go there and back would have required a three-hour investment that would have severely curtailed my curling-watching hopes.

"Go get the phone," loving roommate Les said this morning. "You're talking about curling. No one in the world cares about curling besides you. The Olympics are all about adjustments."

But the thought of missing even one moment of the Kiwi Curlers vs. cowboy hat-wearing, tobacco-chewing Italian hipster Joel Retornaz (dubbed "Joel mit der mullet" by one reader) was too much to bear, so I had Italian whiz Liz Clarke call my phone and tell it that we would be reunited in Sauze d'Oulx sometime tomorrow.

(By the way, remember when I crushed Mike Wise last week for losing his cell phone? Hah.)

(Also, lest you think loving roommate Les's feelings about curling have no read world implications, this morning he changed the station from curling [Switzerland vs. Germany] to some kind of cross-country skiing or snowboarding or something. We almost exchanged blows.)

Today's most exciting news is that I had a photo of Robiola waiting for me in my inbox. The blue and black Official Over-the-Shoulder Carrying Device of these Games has finally been claimed, by a government worker, no less. We'll preserve her anonymity, but here are her thoughts:

I happened to be passing Whole Foods tonight, so I stopped in and, sure enough, they had some Robiola. Attached are a few pictures.

I liked the Robiola. I had it with olive oil, salt,and pepper, as suggested and it was quite good. It is also a bit fragrant. It's easy to be put off by the smell, but I forged ahead.

Speaking of government workers, I have at least one government worker reading the blog from Australia, although he's home recuperating from an injury so it's not like he's officially wasting government hours on this.

Mike Wise seems to be feeling better after yesterday's accident. Several readers wrote to ask whether Tony K. was driving the bus that nearly decapitated Mike Wise. Others compared Mike Wise's fall to Michelle Kwan's. No known video exists of the incident, although the slip-slilding Mike Wise surely shared Johnny Weir's sentiments last night:

"I didn't feel my inner peace, I didn't feel my aura. Inside I was black."

By Dan Steinberg |  February 17, 2006; 7:56 AM ET
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Glad to read Wise has made a speedy "Kildow" style recovery!

Upon returning to the states, shall we expect to see him wearing a red glove named Camille?

TGIF!!!

P.S.-Heard the Stanley Cup is in Torino, what are the chances that you and the TWP crew will be drinking wine out of it this weekend?!

Posted by: Wise Girls-DC | February 17, 2006 04:14 PM

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