Real artistry spoiled by TV hackery

By 9:15 pm on August 8, I had already received a dozen text messages complaining about the "poor quality" of the performances at the Olympics Opening Ceremony, which had ended less than five minutes earlier.

"Why are my friends all so picky?" I asked myself.

As a matter of fact, what my friends and a billion others, including me, saw on the screen that night was a pale imitation of the real thing. For those of you who thought highly of the show, I can only say what really happened inside the Bird's Nest was much more spectacular.