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w August 24, 2008

At Least Yahoo Sort Of Put This On Its Front Page

We haven't watched much of the Olympics this year; dribs and drabs on a dull Saturday, that sort of thing. I know about the Michael Phelps medal extravaganza, I know that Usain Bolt broke both his own and world records, and I know the US mens' basketball team 'redeemed' uh, themselves. Do I care all that much? Not particularly to be honest, because in some ways it seems so very odd to be adulated for one thing that has a lot to do with genetics and luck of the athleticism draw, but still and all, you know, good for them. I will say there is something endearing about at least the younger athletes like Phelps and Bolt, because they do embody some of the sheerly amazing things young adults can accomplish - maybe I'm realizing this right after a birthday where I realized I was sort of hurdling toward middle age (and yes I know, Dara Torres. Blah. Don't want to hear about her perfect ass). At any rate, these medalists are ones that went into the Olympics with a monster amount of support behind them, and will go back to even more in some cases. Then there are the two Somali athletes. Read this story, and tell me the true spirit of the Olympics isn't still flickering somewhere, as the author points out.

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