What We’ve Learned From the Olympics

Let me start with this: I love the Olympics. Everything from the opening ceremony to the closing ceremony. I love watching rowing, and baseball, basketball, and water polo. I love hearing about athletes who are big in their country, but a nobody in ours. I love seeing the flag wrapped around the champions shoulders. That is true entertainment. Now onto these Games.
The first week of the Beijing Olympics have come and gone, and, as usual, there are tons of incredible story lines. I could talk about 41 year old Dara Torres, who captured three silver medals. I could talk about Women’s gymnastics, where Americans Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson went 1-2. I could talk about the ‘Redeem Team’, and how USA Basketball is regaining its former dominance. Or I could talk about American Sprinter Tyson Gay failing to make the 100 meter finals. But I want to focus on two stories, one obvious, one not so obvious.
First, Michael Phelps. Every race was captivating as his quest to become the greatest Olympic Champion heated up. The 4 x100 Freestyle relay, with teammate Jason Lezak miraculously coming from behind to win. My living room, filled with friends and family, was going crazy. We might have broken some noise restrictions. Then his excruciatingly exciting 100 meter butterfly, with Phelps winning by one-one-hundredth of a second. Won by a finger tip. If we didn’t break noise restrictions on the first race, we definitely broke them there. Watching the gracious Phelps compete was a true joy. He redefined Olympian, with both his athletic prowess and his character. A true Olympian.
Next story isn’t so heartwarming. It serves as a reminder that the Olympics aren’t always perfect. Ara Abrahamian, a Swedish wrestler, was stripped of his bronze medal. He was upset because of a supposed bad penalty call that decided his match. At the medal ceremony, Abrahamian took the medal off his neck, walked off the stand, and threw is medal to the ground. You keep hearing how the Olympics are about ‘fair play’, ‘sportsmanship’. I don’t buy it. There are still enough crazy people out there who will selfishly ruin someone’s moment in the sun for personal grief. The IOC did the right thing in revoking his medal.
Every Olympics I find myself rooting for sports I don’t follow or know nothing about. But that’s what so great about it. I find myself caught up in Volleyball, or Handball. I get excited when Diving is on. Swimming is always a source of nerves and anxiety. Every time I get ‘inspired’ by a sport. During the Athens Games, I seriously considered training to become a pole-vaulter (hey, I was 12, I had time). During the Torino Games, I wanted to train to become a cross-country skier. Olympics inspire me. They captivate me. They serve as a reminder that peace is attainable. Now, I’m not a politician. I’m not a foreign affairs expert. But I know sports. And I know how they bring people together. And if this event can have enemies rooting for each other for two weeks, then its progress. I’ll take progress.
That’s why I love the Olympics.
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