So much has happened at the Vancouver Olympics in just three days.
Well, I've "seen" it all from home. I head to B.C. today to take up the cudgel of covering the women's and men's hockey tournaments, but so far I've watched on TV from home, the place where most Canadians view these competitions.
It was my son who excitedly reported last night that he thought - wasn't quite sure - that Alex Bilodeau had won a gold medal, and we all rushed to the TV to see if he had it right. We watched Jenn Heil's terrific effort on Saturday night, and the moving, if slightly messed up, opening ceremonies on Friday.
The reality, you see, is that while covering Olympic hockey is a privilege and a pleasure, for the most part it means you miss out on all the other parts of the Olympics, from the hills to the curling to the figure skating. While magic is being made in those events, I've usually been in the bowels of an arena or watching a hockey game.
I actually have a feel for these Games from afar that I might not yet have if I was actually in Vancouver. Strange, huh?