Please do not anger the Italian ice dancer

Maurizio Margaglio dropped Barbara Fusa Poli during their original ice dance program at the Olympics this weekend. It knocked them out of first place. I'm sure he didn't mean it; surely ice dancing can be brutal and tricky.

Still, Barbara is not having any of it:

He better go to the mattresses.

And the Danish judge grants a perfect 6.0 for glove merit

If Johnny Weir's orange glove is meant to represent the beak of a swan named "Camille:"

Then clearly Evan Lysacek's hand-gear signifies a rooster's wattle:

I LOVE THE OLYMPICS.

(Not to mention the fantastic disarray of the Short Track 5,000m Relay, which looks more like Dick Cheney's wayward birdshot than an organized athletic test. And my favorite new event, Snowboard Cross. I hope I am around 100 years from now when people will nod politely at the quaint nostalgic charm of this event. For now, though, it is novel and ridiculous and marvelous: similar to the Short Track 5,000m Relay in its roller-derby chaos, only without the skates and the smokin' mixed-race sun god who broke up the Beatles.)