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.