The Winter Olympics leave me cold every time

It’s really, really hard for me to get excited about the Winter Olympics.

In fact it’s also really, really hard for me to even remember that there is such a thing as the Winter Olympics.

The whole shebang started on Friday and it wasn’t until some time on Saturday that I even realised they were on.

And that was only because someone on my Facebook feed posted something about it. Had they not done that, who knows how long I would have gone on unaware the Winter Games were taking place.

That post on my Facebook feed is pretty much the only one I've seen about the Winter Games.

So, if I can take my Facebook friends as a barometer of broader society, it leads me to conclude there are a whole lot of other people who couldn’t care less about a bunch of people in super-tight lycra hooning around a bobsled track, fanging it down a big hill on skis or sweeping up the ice super-fast.

Yeah, I know that last one is actually curling, but it just looks so stupid. Like the stadium staff were slack and didn’t get around to doing the cleaning until after the competition had already started.

Part of my intense lack of interest is likely down to the fact that I don't spend any time at “the snow”. I haven’t seen the stuff since I was a teen living in the United States.

Also, I don't play any of these sports and have absolutely no desire to, either (especially figure skating, which is not really a sport – it’s dancing).

The same goes for some of the sports they used to play – like bandy and skijoring. No, I’m not typing random letters, they were actual sports.

It’s not just me either – around 80 countries sent a team to the Winter Games, compared to more than 200 to the “proper” Olympics.

If so many countries don't care, then why should I?

Glen Humphries is a Fairfax journalist.