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For those of you wondering why I haven't yet written about Tiger Woods' speech on Friday, I apologize. I was in sex rehab all weekend, and didn't have internet access. I'm kidding of course.

But in all seriousness, the reason I haven't commented yet is because I didn't want to rush to judgments right after the speech.

You know how we are as a society, everyone needs to have an opinion, and everyone needs to have one immediately. Half the time it doesn't matter what the subject is, or what you're saying, just as long as you're saying something, and loudly. Stephen A. Smith seems to have made a nice little career doing just that.

Anyway, when it came to Tiger Woods I didn't want to be that guy. I wanted to take in the speech, swallow it, digest it, think about, listen to others opinions, and then step away for a few days and come back refreshed. I wanted to see if I felt the same way on Monday morning that I did Friday afternoon.

So now that I've done that, taken a few days, did some swallowing, digesting and regurgitating, what do I think of Tiger's speech on Friday? Quite simply, it was a smart, reasonable, well-articulated speech. And at the same time, it taught us absolutely nothing we didn't already know.

Ahh, the Olympics.

The pageantry, the excitement, the patriotism. Not to mention the goofy accents, funny sounding names and bad haircuts.

But with the 2010 Winter Olympics set to kick off tonight, where's the enthusiasm? Apparently no where, as NBC is set to lose close to $200 million dollars by broadcasting them. So what's the company to do?

Well as always, I, Aaron Torres, have been thinking about this, and have come up with a few ideas that I think would help.

Some are pure genius, and others are quite goofy, (I'll be the first to admit it) but when you're about to loose $200 million, isn't every one of them is worth listening to? Besides, the point of this excersise isn't to re-invent the wheel, just get people talking about the Games and tuning in.

So here are my 10 Ways to Spice Up the 2010 Winter Olympics.

Enjoy!

Just like any job, being a writer has its good days and its bad.

Of course, the difference between you and I is that when you have a bad day, you might sneak away for a few 45 minute "cigarette breaks," or hit on the chubby new secretary with the lazy eye just to make yourself feel better. Unfortunately, I have no such luxuries.

Nope, when I'm having a bad day, I've still got to write something and publish it online for all of you to see and make fun of me for. And I can't blame you, I'd do the same. Just an occupational hazard I suppose.

But just because I'm not always a young Rick Reilly or Willy Shakespeare with the pen and paper, doesn't mean that I don't have opinions on the big game, or your favorite team. Sometimes though, I just can't fit all those ideas into one neat little column for your entertainment purposes.

So where do those thoughts go? How about into this column, into a gimmick I've stolen from several writers including ESPN's Bill Simmons, which are called the Ramblings.

Some of the Ramblings are well thought out, and will probably make you think like you never have before (Ok that might be a sliiiiiight exaggeration). Others aren't even complete sentences.

But much like the Island of Misfit Mascots (and Toys too), these thoughts still need a home.

And now they have one. Enjoy.

When I was a kid, late night sporting events were always my favorite.

Since I had a set bedtime, and only basic cable in my room, I always looked forward to the World Series, NBA Finals and March Madness the most, as those were the games I could stay up for without anyone knowing. Looking back, I honestly don't know what I enjoyed more, the games themselves, or all the sneaking around that came with them. Remember this was before kids had iPods, cell phones and the internet. Watching a bad World Series game with the volume so low only the dog could hear it was the most exciting thing I had going when I was 10. Well except for Duck Hunt on the original Nintendo.

I still even remember the first game that I was allowed to stay up late and watch, the 1997 NCAA Championship Game between Arizona and Kentucky. Sure it was only because Connecticut was getting hit by a "Storm of the Century," type of blizzard that night. I didn't care.

To this day I remember everything about that game: The excitement of being up so late. The shine of the floor at the RCA Dome and of Rick Pitino's hair. Mike Bibby's tattoo's. My eyelids getting droopy as the game headed to overtime. And of course, the cheesy line Jim Nantz used after Miles Simon led Arizona to victory: Simon Says, Championship! I only wish I could remember my senior prom or college graduation that vividly.

Fast forward to 2010 and into my adulthood. Things are different now. I come and go as I please. I obviously don't have a bedtime. And if I want to stay up late for a game, I do it, just like any guy in his mid-20s would. Well except for the ones with girlfriends.

Which is why the Australian Open has been so fun for me these last few weeks. The coverage starts just as my day is winding down, and usually concludes right when I'm waking up.

I've passed out and woken up to the Australian Open for close to 14 days in a row now, and I'm loving it. Which makes sense.

When you think about it, tennis is the perfect sport to have on in the background as you're falling asleep: There's only crowd noise at the end of points, and even then it's rarely too loud. Announcers speak in hushed tones. The symmetry of the ball getting hit back and forth is eerily calming. And unlike football or basketball, you don't feel like you're missing much with your eyes closed. How many points in a tennis match are "must see"? Half a dozen?

When I actually have been awake, I've seen more tennis than I have in a long time. At the same time, I've learned a lot about the game and its players too.

As a matter of fact, here are 10 things I'll take away from the 2010 Australian Open, in no particular order:

This article has been a long time coming.

Not that you don't already know about the newspaper industry. Quite the contrary I'm sure. I won't be the first to tell you that newspapers are all but dead. Honestly, I'm probably not the 1000th person to tell you either.

But it still kind of bums me out.

Like you I'm sure, I grew up reading the newspaper every day as a kid. It's where my favorite teams and players came to life, a kind of "live journal," of my youth as a sports fan if you will. And loving sports the way I do, I always assumed that I'd spend my adult years in a newsroom, arguing with co-workers like Wilbon and Kornheiser. Only hopefully with a little more hair.

Like so many things in life though, the way you dream things up as a kid are rarely how they turn out to be as an adult. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with it. I've found a nice place for myself here online, while many overqualified newspaper writers are be given pink slips every day nationwide. Believe me, I'm not bitter or angry that I never got to work at a newspaper, just thankful that I came along when I did, and not five years earlier or later.

But here's the most frustrating part about the situation with newspapers: Everyone's given up. The old guard running the industry believes that a younger audience no longer wants the news. And that's the farthest thing from the truth. The news as we know it has just changed.

On Tuesday, Aaron Torres broke down Part I of his 10 Biggest Storylines of 2010.

And as we head toward the Christmas holiday, let's look at Part II: The Five Biggest Storylines in Sports for the coming year.

As we get ready to close out another year, expect to get bomarded with top 10 lists from 2009. It always happens around this time of year..

The Top 10 Sporting Events of 2009. The Top 10 John Mayer Hook-Up's of 2009. The Top 10 Lindsay Lohan Rehab Visits.

But much like Mark McGwire at baseball's Congressional hearings, I Aaron Torres am not here to talk about the past. Especially when there's so much to look forward to in the future.

So join me, as I look at Part I of my Top 10 Sports Storylines of 2010.

And remember, be sure to visit AaronTorres-Sports.com again on Wednesday, where I will unveil Part II of this list.

Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

As many of you know, last Wednesday, yours truly was in New York City. I went to the UConn-Kentucky game that night, and on Thursday came home and wrote a column about it, which also doubled as maybe the only sports story on the entire internet that day which didn’t include the words “Tiger Woods,” Jamie Jungers,” or “Ambien sex,” in it.

However, despite being at the best college basketball game of the young season, that is not in fact, why I was in New York. Nope, on Tuesday, my uncle got invited to a seminar on the “Internationalization of Professional Sports,” hosted by ESPN personality Jay Bilas and sponsored by the Duke Law School, a place from which he graduated in the mid-1980’s (And, no my uncle isn’t Tucker Max).

Now I know what you’re thinking: Globalization of Professional Sports, huh? That’s right up your alley AT!!!

Not so fast my friend.



Nope, when I got the invited, I hemmed and hawed like a 16-year-old girl trying to pick out a prom dress. I tried to come up with excuses, but unfortunately nobody believed that I had to wash my hair, and that it “was just that time of the month (God damn political correctness).” I even contemplated faking my own kidnapping, but during this holiday season, I just couldn’t do that to my mom (Although, what an emotional Christmas morning reunion I could have turned that into!)

The fact remains, I just didn’t want to go. But why?