Every four years or so I am camped out in front of the TV set. Not like I don't that already but this becomes a 24 hour event. What's worse is that there are so many mediums to watch EVERYTHING going on.
Every for years or so I'm like, meh, I can see the results online or on recaps. But then, the friggin Opening Ceremonies freakin' hook me in, dammit. I haven't even seen the entire thing, I just saw the march of the nations. Oh and lordy when I saw Yao Ming come into the stadium and then hearing the roar of the crowd, my heart was so inspired. And then I see this little little boy running to catch up with the giant Yao Ming as Ming carried the massive flag for China. This little little boy's named Lin Hao. Lin Hao not only survived the earthquake that shook rural China, he saved the lives of two of his classmates.
The lighting of the Olympic flame, watching Phelps win all eight of his gold medals, spending all this time rooting for all kinda athletes, American or not... all these things will never compare to seeing a tall proud man holding up a young hero in the red glow of fireworks...
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