I’m sleepy. My snooze button has taken my”man’s best friend” place normally reserved for my dog. I smell like a walking coffee pot, and frankly the dark rings under my eyes are not too flattering.But man, are those Olympics ever good! I have been watching so much of them that I feel like I’m on a first name basis with Michael, Nastia, Aaron (Hook’em!), Jason, Misty, Kerri, and Usain (though, seriously, please run through the tape next time!) Now granted, this interest is not necessarily second nature for me. I always thought that trampoline was a noun and not a verb. That Beach Volleyball was something you did for fun in the sun. That badminton was more of a summer picnic activity. That judging art was more in the eye of the individual than trying to be objective. And this interest isn’t necessarily the best thing for my work life as my productivity is suffering. I can’t help my mind from wondering off on teleconferences when I’m, say, discussing broadband penetration rates in Central Europe at the same time I’m online watching two guys smack a ping pong ball so hard my eyes can hardly keep up with it.But even so I can’t help but stay up late -- way, too late — especially considering the long pause I implement on my PVR while I begin the nightly bedtime negotiations with the kids (they want to keep watching, too). Much like how some look at an all-you-can-eat buffet as a challenge versus an offer, I look at these Olympics. 3600 hours of coverage, both on the TV and online? Bring it, NBC. I’m ready. And when all of this is said and done, I will be among the many jockeying for position for a place on your viewer medal podium -- albeit still drowsy, I’m sure.