Sochi Is A Wrap
I am not sure why, but I have always had some sort of emotional attachment to the Olympics. In 1976, when the “closing ceremonies” were on tv for the Summer Games in Montreal – I cried. What six year old cries because the Olympics are over? It’s weird, I know, but I still get kinda bummed out when the two weeks are over and the flame goes out and the athletes head home.
I was seriously into these Olympics. I think I watched at least an hour every single day. Maybe it’s the spirit of competition that gets me going. Maybe it’s the nation vs nation fervor that gets me excited. All I know is when it’s over…I am bummed. My wife came to bed last night and I was watching the closing ceremonies and I told her “I’m kinda sad these are done.” She got into bed, kissed me goodnight, rolled over and went to sleep. I guess the Olympics don’t have the same effect on all of us.