All the glitters is not gold

France's Brian Joubert, skating to Die Another Day, put a hand down on his quadruple toe loop (part of a quad toe-double toe combination), but was otherwise clean and is in fourth place.

IS there anything sadder in this whole wide-world than a male figure skater who has fallen during his routine? He knows that he doesn't have a shot in hell anymore, but he keeps on skating until the very end.

This really got to me. I thought watching some figure skating would make me laugh tonight. I watched it at the gym thinking all the sequins and jazz hands would help the time go faster. It's FabULUS!! It wasn't fabulous. My heart broke a hundred times. I actually had to stop pedalling for awhile so I could pay more attention. Was gravity kicking tonight in Italy? One after another they kept falling, sometimes three times in the same program. What got to me was the determination. The pride. They keep it together, all of them. After the first fall you know their little heavy hearts fell with them on the ice. And they are probably nervous as hell to try the next jump and fall again. Yet they keep skating. Round and round. Smile on their faces. When it's done, they stand to face the judges, chest heaving- the living picture of what disappointment and regret feel like. Their faces. Oh god, their faces. I get an upset stomach just thinking about it. These guys deserve a lot of credit if only for not crying on camera. Putting it all out there, all that practice and sacrafice. Twenty seconds later it's all in the toilet.

Their costumes totally have nothing to do with what they are dancing to, but whatever. Whatever you want to wear. The guy skating now is skating to Lord of the Dance in a Fat-Elvis costume and a massive gold charm-necklace, but like I said: whatever you want to wear, man. Whatever makes you feel better. Shhh. It's ok. It will be ok. He like touched the ice once with his hand after a quadriple Lindy. I think he just got 7th place for that. Oh boy, the Elvis costume has shoulder pads. Nevermind, it doesn't matter. Look at how brave he is. He just lost the Olympics and he's still smiling for the cameras, waving to his mom. Hi Mom. The announcer is telling everyone how he's 24 and probably at the 'peak' of his career. Last Olympics for this guy. If he isn't going to cry I will instead. What's that a wedding ring? Yeah. I don't think so.

And the most annoying thing are the announcers. Must be so nice in your little booths to pick apart every single move, showing us five times in slow-mo how he just didn't get the knee extended enough to get the gold. GOD! Stop interviewing the losers and asking them how they feel. That's sadistic. We already know. They feel like shit. Wait. The Bronze medal Canadian keeps mouthing something more complicated than 'hi mom' to the camera. I can't understand him through all those teeth. Awww, I think he might be retarted.

I gotta go. 15K Biathlon is on.