I enjoyed it because of its bizareness. How could you not love the Costa Rican delegation marching in to 'Play That Funky Music, White Boy'? And giant plastic cows getting pulled around the stage. And how Bob Costas starts getting snarky midway through and making fun of the Mongolians' hats and proclaiming that if they start playing 'Bette Davis' Eyes' by the immortal Kim Carnes then his evening will truly be complete.

