The greatest event of the Games? I'd say so
We all know there are a lot of incredible sports events scattered over the year and in every different competition.
There are championship games and big games and playoff games and, way back in the day, prize fights that were and are truly “moments.”
Nothing – nothing – beats the men’s 100 metre final at an Olympic Games.
It’s like 80,000 fans, or 100,00 fans, or however many fans there are in the stadium, collectively hold their breath for a second until the gun goes and then they are in awe for the less than 10 seconds it takes to run the race.
And maybe that’s why it’s so special. There is huge anticipation and it’s over in a flash. There is a purity and a simplicity to it that is unmatched anywhere, ever.
Gun goes. Run fast. It’s over.
No reliance on teammates, no “playoffs” that stretch out forever.
And it’s probably helpful in some strange way that it only occurs every four years. We don’t get tired of the same guys doing the same thing on some circuit of meets because we don’t see them.
We watch them at the Olympics and we might watch them every couple of years at the world championships but that’s about it. It’s that kind of uniqueness that adds to it.
I’ve been to big fights and they’re cool, the build up to them is substantial and there is – or was back when fights mattered – an aura to them.
But I’ve also seen 100 metre finals – didn’t go last night but saw Donovan Bailey win in Atlanta and Usain Bolt win in Beijing – and nothing compares.
At least it’s not Chumbawumba but this one’s getting on my nerves, too, since the ask the crowd at basketball to sing along with it at least once a game.
So you should hear it, too.
There’s like a jillion reporters here and pretty much we all come through the main press centre at least once a day and just inside the door there’s a tiny coffee kiosk that’s always busy.
Why, then, did I walk up there this morning and the three lasses all said, pretty much in unison, “a triple shot latte, then, Mr. Smith.”
I am far too predictable it seems.
Someone told me that NBC did not show the men’s 100-metre final live?
That cannot be possible, can it?
Sometimes I just don’t understand people.
Yes, I most certainly did ask aloud yesterday:
“So, if a horse is DQ’d, can the team still compete?”
Seriously, you get quite the education around these things.
Oh, yeah. We meet some famous people indeed here.
And I might be in the minority, at least that’s the impression I’m getting, but I don’t mind these mascots, My Thing Wenlock and its buddy Mandeville.
Now, they aren’t Cobi, the one from Barcelona that I thought was very cool and there were little Oompa Loompa-like things called Snowlets at Nagano and the fuzzy, furry, funny dudes and dudettes from Sydney were outstanding as well.
Olly Syd and Millie from Sydney
Wenlock and Mandeville
I honestly don’t remember what they stuffed animals were like in Atlanta (I’ve been trying to put that Olympic debacle out of my mind since the second the plane left the ground for the flight home) and I’m not sure they’ve yet finished the ones for Athens.
So there you go, Olympic Chickens through one man’s eyes.
Canada-USA Monday-Tuesday women’s team sports doubleheader?
Now, I don’t think the basketball team has a chance, the Americans are simply exponentially better than anyone here and making it a game for a half, or even into the start of the third quarter might be a victory for Canada’s ladies.
And you want to know how long the Americans have been good for?
The last time they lost a women’s Olympic basketball game, two of the Canadians – Natalie Achonwa and Michelle Plouffe – hadn’t been born.
Cathal thinks they Canucks have a chance and he knows way more than I do so we’ll go with that.
Today I are an expert in women’s omnium cycling and women’s hurdles.
Lucky, lucky readers
Gotta run, sorry this is a tad short, somewhere there’s a sport I know nothing about that needs to be covered.