It felt so good, it could've been me doing it.

Ever since the Barcelona games in 1992, I've had a fairly low opinion of the Olympics. It started with the inclusion of NBA players on the US Olympic basketball team, "The Dream Team". I disagree with the shift from a pure amateur athletic competition to one where it seems if you don't have sponsors or do your chosen sport 8 hours a day, you don't get in. At least, that's how it appears to me.

But that's not going to stop me from helping my kid have a memory.

And because it seems like no one believes us when we tell them about the weekend night dressing up... here's this one...

But the fact that I got to watch this event with everyone else is indescribable. Truly. I know I will never carry a torch, just like all you men out there will never play for the Yankees/Mets/Cubs/ManU. I got to carry it vicariously, along with everyone else there that day, through this young man...

Here's a video of him on the other side of Durham from where we were...




And here he is running by me...                                    ....and away from me.

It was a great feel. I hope Kiddo remembers it.