
I admit the Olympic Games have a huge effect on me. I remember as a kid keying in on the upcoming games the way many kids anticipate Christmas. Living on the west coast means tape delays and as I kid I hated having to go to be early and miss the medals ceremonies. As an adult, my reaction is much the same.
Last night I yawned my way through a really great - in my opinion - Opening Ceremony of the Vancouver Games. I really enjoyed the inclusion of Canada's First Peoples, and while I admit the Beijing OC was beautiful in 2008, Vancouver's spectacular was enchanting. I admit, I want to go back to Canada.
Even with the tragic death of the Georgian luge athlete, Nodar Kumaritashvili - My heart goes out to his family and teammates - I still find the Olympics to be more than just an athletic competition. It's about fellowship and striving for a goal. It's about tradition and innovation. It's remembering the past and hoping for the future.
So, for the next fourteen and a half days, I will be glued to my television as much as possible to catch the Olympic Spirit. And to my friends and family...I'm sorry if I ignore you. I'll get back to you after the Closing Ceremonies. :)