I am not a fan of ice skating. I've never considered it a sport per se; rather I've always considered it an exhibition. Like dancing, or theatre or painting.
But what the French did last night simply defied belief.
I was laying in bed and had been watching Skeleton runs when they switched over to the ice skating. They were going to come back to bob sled runs so I figured I'd persevere for a bit.
While everybody else did the usual round in circles, a few hand moves, a couple of lifts, blah, blah, blah, the French came out and what they did had me laying there gape-mouthed in disbelief.
I have never seen two people in any instance so in sync. Their moves were identical in every way. Their feet always hit the ice at the same exact time. Their hands were always in the same exact position even through very fast, very intricate moves. It was like one person and their shadow out there. It was the first time in over a half century of living that I've ever looked at any ice skating and said, "Wow!"
I don't know if they'll carry that through the rest of whatever is in the skating program, but if they do everybody can pack their bags and go home now as far as the gold medal is concerned. It's already hanging around the necks of the French.
The French were out there last night playing chess.
EVERYBODY else was playing checkers.
Four years after a costume malfunction cost them the ice dance title in Pyeongchang, French duo Gabriella Papadakis and Guillaume Cizeron made a stylish return to the Winter Olympics with a world record score in the rhythm dance on Saturday.
www.reuters.com