I know more about the stray dogs in Sochi than anything or anyone else…

February 12, 2014 | Drew Forrester

I’ll fully admit I haven’t watched one second — not even an accidental click to the channel where I say, “Oops, there’s the Olympics!” — of the Sochi Olympics.

Not one.

I’m guessing at some point soon I’ll watch the Men’s hockey competition, but there’s no guarantee of that, either.

I’m just not interested.

For starters, I don’t really know the names of the kids competing for the U.S.

I know Shaun White’s name, yes, but I have no idea what he does other than it involves some sort of board, some snow and, I’m assuming, some weed and Led Zeppelin on his iPod.

I’ve heard of Lindsey Vonn before…I know she’s very good at skiing and I know she dates Tiger Woods, but she’s not even competing in these Olympic games due to injury.

And I absolutely know a bunch of the U.S. hockey players, but those aren’t individuals…they’re a team.

Other than that, I don’t know these people we’re supposed to be in love with over this 3-week period.

Then again, maybe that’s the whole idea.

Maybe we SHOULDN’T know who Amanda Bigcans is…maybe we’re not supposed to discover how great she is at XXXXXXXX until she shows up on your TV one Tuesday night at 8:50 pm and captures America’s heart with a career-changing performance and Facebook meme’s everywhere the next morning.

It’s a unique catch-22 for those folks promoting the Olympics.

Do we want America knowing these young men and women BEFORE the games start?

Or would we rather spend a few weeks bringing them into your living room or man cave for the first time so you’ll watch tonight, two nights later and the night when he/she goes for their gold medal and your heart.

I know, personally, I have no idea who the competitors are and I have little idea if they’re supposed to win, come in as the underdog in their sport or are just there because we don’t have anyone else in the country really good at Curling and “since you’re cute and you have a nice smile, you’re on the team.”

I guess that’s because I haven’t cared enough to find out, honestly.

Blame it on having a 6-year and 3-year old who would rather watch Dora The Explorer, Alvin and The Chipmunks (1 and 2) or beat me in Wii bowling.

I’m not sure what’s worse.  Being a guy who talks sports for a living and not knowing the names of at least five U.S. Olympians — or being unable to go strike-spare in the 10th frame of Wii bowling to lose to your first grade son…again.