Clare
was four going on five during the 1996 Summer Olympics in Atlanta. I can’t remember if she was already climbing
over the furniture or the Olympics gave her the idea or Legends of the Hidden
Temple on Nickelodeon. Anyway, she was a
serious climber by her fifth birthday.
She
still loves the Olympics. To her, an
athlete, it’s all about watching others go about their craft. That’s a great way, really, to look at these
two upcoming weeks in Rio. We should be
cheering athletes from the far ends of the Earth coming together to see who’s
the best. Too bad Russia wanted to dope
its way to the top of the winners podium.
Not that Las Vegas would’ve cared.
What
great news that it’s legal again to place bets in Vegas on the Olympics. We can’t lose business to overseas’ bookies,
now can we? In my darker moments, I
think that we’ve lost the ability to feel awe over accomplishment. Instead, we want to make money off someone else’s
training and sacrifice. Got any inside
dope—oops, no pun intended (nudge, nudge)—on who’s gonna win the 100-meter
dash? Insider trading, Wall Street,
Vegas—what’s the difference?
It’s
a good thing I don’t give in to those dark moods.
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