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My friend Jay Weiner, who writes for the Star Tribune, is in Turin reporting on the Winter Games.  And he's gone all New Media with a daily podcast.  Not a bad gig.  Go give him a listen.  These Olympics have kind of snuck up on us, haven't they?  They don't appear to be drenched in the same amount of hype that has preceded other Games.  Which is fine with me.  Anything is better than the jingoistic circle jerk that was the 1996 Summer Olympics in Atlanta.  Maybe some European anarchists will storm the ice rink during the ice dancing competition, which would be the best thing that ever happened to the "sport" of ice dancing.