Originally posted by Logan

I am so happy that a couple of you have such great memories of watching the Olympics with your parents.
I remember sitting down with my dad and watching the 68 Games. He was very proud that his home country was able to host such a huge event. Even tho there was quite a bit of controversy on the planet at that time, everyone was able to take two weeks to forget about the problems...until those two yo-yos decided to bring politics into the mix and onto the medal stand....

I digress...

It's a couple of weeks to watch ordinary people do extraordinary things. They jump farther, move faster, pull a little more out of a tired or hurt body, then shine for a few minutes on the world's stage.

It's the Jamaican bobsled team, Gabriele Andersen-Scheiss, Eddie the Eagle, Ben Johnson, Jeff Blatnick and some people that you will see, forget their names, but remember them for what they did and didn't do.

I spent two weeks in 1984 having the time of my life here in Los Angeles......And it's fun to relive some of that with the other cities that have had the chance to step up and have the world watching.

It's a little more than sports-

It's the people.

I always had hard time reading my dad's feelings.
In 96 I packed his a$$ up and we went to watch the torch pass thru on it's way to Atlanta...We parked in the lot of a restaurant and waited for about two hours...

When the time came and the motorcade was passing he spot where we were, out of he corner of my eye I saw my dad stand up and begin to applaud as the
procession made it's way up the street.

My dad was a good natured and very reserved man, not lent to spontaeous shows of emotion, but I was very thankful that a flame, on it's way to a sporting event, gave me a glimpse into that private side of my dad.

Jazz,
Sit down and enjoy the Games.

I'm sure your mom won't mind you jumping up and down and screaming your head off. I get the feeling she would do the same thing.