Watching the Beijing games on Sunday morning shows that slow time kicks ass over prime time. I saw rowing, fencing, equestrian and only one commercial for Chuck. Compare that to the tedious night time haul of swimming, synchronized diving, and the octofinals of beach volleyball. Today’s rant is not directed at any of the evening sports, and we won’t be tempted into slagging them for their ahistorical place in the pantheon. “Today at the shore, it’s the Mycanaens vs. Corinth in a Aegean beach blowout” rather it’s the fact that the bulk of the viewing public is getting the thinnest slice of Olympic fun.