I've got a secret...

I actually like the Winter Olympics.

Like, a lot.

I don't like any one particular sport. I think what I really like about the winter games has a lot to do with the first ones I remember - the 1988 games in Calgary.

I think we had a very, very snowy winter that year, and as a result, I had lots of snow days. I remember it being the only thing on TV, and sitting in the family room, falling asleep to the sounds of the games while my mom watched.

Ever since then, I have always watched the winter games -- and ended up falling asleep during the late night broadcasts, feeling cozy, warm, and safe.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go drift off to the dulcet tones of Bob Costas.