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Nodar Kumaritashvili

I don't know why I find it so incredibly sad about that Georgian guy, Nodar Kumaritashvili, being killed today on his final pre-games Olympic trial run.

Sadder than what I would have expected of me; I don't know luge people from whomever, and I still don't care to start bothering with that now.

But I actually got verklempt when they brought up at the opening ceremony tonight about him being dead, surprised me more than just a little bit.

Not the opening ceremony was what surprised me, it was as irritatingly boring as I had expected, but the me choking up part was unsettling.

Then toward the end when they took a minute of silence for his passing, it got so bad, in fact, I went for a box of Kleenex generic facial tissue.

Why this particular incident affected me so much, who knows? But it did, full-on waterworks, and I figured why not waste space just to say so.

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  1. I saw the video of his accident on the news yesterday. It really got to me too. So sad to see his promising life snuffed out so suddenly.

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  2. It was ever sadder for me to find that he was somewhat inexperienced and, maybe, in over his head. The luge is so dangerous. The video was unsettling for me, and I am somewhat immune to such emotions. I think it was a bit over the top to not mute the sound. The prolonged high toned vibration after he hit the steel beam was too much. Just like very kind of racing, there is too much of a search for speed.

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  3. What hit me was how cold the reporters and media execs were to run that video. They should be ashamed.

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  4. I hadn't heard anything about his lack of experience, all the sadder. I avoided most showings of the video, almost impossible even with what little TV I do watch, so I missed anything with audio. Thankfully.

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