There is something rotten in the state of Denmark. Which is the self-evident reason why American Olympians keep blowing their races. The magnificent gods of snow and ice, Americans about to be anointed in their draped flag, have gotten tangled in their backflips. Inversion seems to be the rule. First it’s Elsinore, then it’s its flip of a coin. Apparently rottenness, when it is truly rotten, doesn’t understand the concept of borders. A curse will spread across innocents of a nation. Unexpectedly the athlete’s edge will be off, the calibration of body and mind will be unlaced by silky unseen hands. Poor athletes, who have sacrificed for years, get caught in the crosshairs of the sometimes arbitrary but knowing judges, more godly than they.