Ah, the eighties. It’s worth it just to see the high-tech animation of how ski flying works at around five and a half minutes. Cutting edge, that. Of course, it’s always fun to hear the dulcet tones of old pink eyes Costas, who I always picture in my mind’s eye sitting on a stack of telephone books. Hey kids, ask your parents what telephone books are. I mean, what they were. They had telephone books in the eighties. The yellow ones were filled with numbers that had something to do with a functioning economy, as I recall. We had one of those in the eighties too. Ask your parents about that while you’re at it. They’re right upstairs, on the first floor of the house.