August 10, 2012 -- The Olympics
I love the Olympics unabashedly. I really do.
I don't love our extremely biased COVERAGE of the Olympics, but I love the Olympics themselves.
In 1996, Coop and I went to the Olympic games in Atlanta. We had an amazing time. That trip has stuck with me all of these years because of one thing: how intact the actual spirit of the games is when you're there in person.
It's easy to get jaded and think that the arrogance of the television coverage reflects the arrogance of the games themselves. That the soundbytes of churlish athletes lamenting their second place finishes speak for everyone.
It's just not so --or at least it wasn't when we were there in 1996. The collective goodwill of the people in the stands, who rooted not only for the best athletes--regardless of nationality--but also for the last place finishers because those contenders were still the best athletes their countries had to offer. Because coming dead last in a track and field heat is still better than most of the athletes in the world.
Because the human spirit is indomitable.
Oscar Pistorius, Kayla Harrison, Jessica Ennis... just some of the modest champions with huge stories of grace and adversity.
I love the Olympics.
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Remember how I was so embarrassed when I pulled that muscle in my...um...posterior that I couldn't really talk about it? Today, I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my groin.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
Seriously.
I don't love our extremely biased COVERAGE of the Olympics, but I love the Olympics themselves.
In 1996, Coop and I went to the Olympic games in Atlanta. We had an amazing time. That trip has stuck with me all of these years because of one thing: how intact the actual spirit of the games is when you're there in person.
It's easy to get jaded and think that the arrogance of the television coverage reflects the arrogance of the games themselves. That the soundbytes of churlish athletes lamenting their second place finishes speak for everyone.
It's just not so --or at least it wasn't when we were there in 1996. The collective goodwill of the people in the stands, who rooted not only for the best athletes--regardless of nationality--but also for the last place finishers because those contenders were still the best athletes their countries had to offer. Because coming dead last in a track and field heat is still better than most of the athletes in the world.
Because the human spirit is indomitable.
Oscar Pistorius, Kayla Harrison, Jessica Ennis... just some of the modest champions with huge stories of grace and adversity.
I love the Olympics.
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Remember how I was so embarrassed when I pulled that muscle in my...um...posterior that I couldn't really talk about it? Today, I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my groin.
That's all I'm going to say about that.
Seriously.
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