I’m having a twinge of Olympics withdrawal. I suppose two weeks is enough, but it was so…pleasant.
What a joy to spend two weeks every four years watching lugers and sledders, ski jumpers and snowboarders and skaters. Athletes who, by and large, are in it for the love of their sport.
I know they don’t disappear, that there are other competitions. But there’s nothing like the Olympics as a venue for the athletes of the world to come together. For the world itself to come together, Plushenko and Putin notwithstanding.
I thought it was nice that the U.S. won the medal count, but honestly, I really didn’t care. I simply enjoyed the performances. I even thought it was kind of nice that the host country won the gold medal nearest and dearest to its collective heart. And what a nice host country Canada was.
Right down to that man from Toronto who played the harmonica and the guitar in the closing ceremony.
Long may you run.