This Part is a Bit of a Snooze

The formal speeches are always kind of a drag at these things, and tonight was no exception.  NBC seemed, for some reason, to be caught off guard by the fact that a good chunk of the speechifying was in French, with no translation by either Lauer or Costas until the officials' oath and after Jacques Rogge and the Governor General of Canada, as surrogate for the country's head of state, still and seemingly always, Queen Elizabeth II, spoke almost exclusively in the language. Thankfully, I remembered enough from four years of French in high school and six total, counting two years of virtually worthless rote memorization in middle school, to get the gist of what they were saying.

Now that we have woken up from our snooze, it's time to see who has been chosen to light the Olympic flame, information known only to the Academy's accountants, Price Waterhouse ... The envelope, please. And, the winner is ... Avitar, James Cameron producer. Ooops! Wrong show!

My money is on The Great One, Number 99, Wayne. Wayne's world. Party time! (and, no, the fact that I am writing this at 1:20 in the morning, long after the Opening Ceremonies got over, does not mean I already know who lit the flame. I DVR'd it. I swear! Honest).