Blogs are a funny thing sometimes. I've written short ones, I've written long ones, I've written ones I didn't want to deal with and I've written ones that no one wanted to read.

But from the 2010 World Championships, blogging has become a way for the U.S. contingent to get exactly what's going on across in a less than sterile format. Basically, we write how we feel.

That can affect how one writes ... how you feel, that is. Right now, it's Wednesday, September 8 around 6:20. We're just over an hour from the start of the medal rounds and it's not one I'm looking forward to. The U.S. got blanked today, and in Greco overall. It really sucks right now. I feel really bad for our team, especially Alyssa Lampe. She was tooling the Polish wrestler before getting taken right over to her back with a 5-0 lead. Since it was just minutes after Greco-Roman wrestler Jake Fisher lost, it took all the wind out of the proverbial sails.

My tone and inflection changed on the webcast and generally, the rest of the first session stunk. I tried to keep people up to date, then the chat room crapped out, so I was really in a lurch.

Now, we're three days in, about 20 hours into the live webcast and my throat is outright shot. I'm trying to not talk at all and tonight, I'm just going to go to sleep right away rather than stay up and mingle.

Last night, Gary and Craig and I took the metro back. I took a few pictures from my phone and posted them here on the Nation and its photo gallery. Here's some notes from yesterday and the tournament as a whole  ... in pictures.


We took the shuttle bus in the morning on Tuesday. There was the head of a stuffed cat on the wall. I mean, I'm all for honoring the memory of ones passed, but this was either a really, really close cat or it was a scrumptuous dinner that the bus driver wanted to remember. Either way, it was creepy.


I have no idea what this is, but it's cool. Hammer and sickle


Here's the outside of the Olympskiiiiiiiy (however you spell it) Sports Center. It was built for the 1980 Olympics. It's gigantic really.


I haven't decided whether or not this is Cyrillic for something or just a normal translation. Crapdogs? Really? Nice.


McDonalds ... I hate fast food, but this place has been the savior from a world of "the trots." That's all I'll say about that.


This is a VERY long escalator. Good practice for the incline, I guess. That is, if it didn't work.


TETRIS!


This one's for DF.