Being an Austrian, you quite early get the feeling that the thing Austrian’s are most proud of is their success in alpine sports. Once the first snow-flake has fallen, there’s no way you’ll evade the plethora of commenters suffering from fits of hysteria while praising our so-called heroes and heroines, who manage to race down every hill-side from Austria to the US, with victory only a matter of time (literally). Well, if you don’t share that enthusiasm, you are truly doomed. If, for example, you choose to watch a bit of TV on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon, you’re out of luck. Today, starting at 4:00 p.m. and ending at 10:55 p.m., there’s only one thing to be seen. People in tight spandex suits, racing or jumping down places, with curious boards attached to their feet. And if you’re a Sunday afternoon TV person, it’ll hit you even harder. Starting at 12:25 p.m. and ending at 9:25 p.m., you’ll be able to witness all the great things the Austrian ski-gods do for their country. For those moments of glory, I happily sacrifice that 20 € mandatory TV fee per month.