Saturday, March 08, 2014

EXCUSE ME? COSSACKS???


I know it’s a little late for post Olympic commentary.  OK maybe an invasion by an under cover plain clothes army that ain't saying who sent them is more important but somebody needs to say something about the Cossacks. So this will be quick and then you can go back to the invasion.

I’m 62 years old.  Getting together with friends these days often begins with who pulled something while bending down to pick up soap. For me watching the Olympics and all the 20 somethings  flipping, spinning, zooming, flying around upside down was mostly annoying.

Then there was an unscheduled event – Cossack bull whipping.  



Out of nowhere, the flipping, spinning and zooming was suddenly interrupted by a video of men in  silly hats whipping a group of 20 something women also wearing interesting head gear because they tried to sing one of their songs   "Putin Will Teach You How to Love. The sports reporters matter of factly explained that the guys with the whips were Cossacks. OK got it. Now back to curling. 

Whoa! Time out . Hold on. There are still Kossacks in Russia and  they patrol the streets with whips, while dressed up as bell hops?



I thought the Kossacks were guys on horses who drove my ancestors out of Russia.  This was like watching the local six o’clock news and hearing the news anchor say “This afternoon people eating nachos at the Vince Lombardi rest area on the New Jersey Turnpike were attacked by Hessians. Now lets take a look at the weather."


OK I got it out of my system. I just needed to scream for a few seconds. Now back to the invasion.