Suppose you’re selecting the sport in which you’re going to compete in the winter Olympics, and they run through all the the options with you.

“Here’s one,” they say, “where you hurl yourself down the icy part of a mountain and fling yourself onto a little metal thing with skiis — more like skates, really. You hit about 120 miles an hour down the mountain, it’s pretty cool.”

“Uh, what’s it called?” you ask.

“Skeleton,” comes the reply.

“Yeah, right. What else ya got?”