And maybe even more so, I enjoy the stories that go along with the pageantry, like when NBC did a piece on Allied infiltration of a Nazi "Heavy Water" factory in Norway during the Lillehammer games. When I was doing my paper routes in the middle of winter back then I used to pretend that I was one of the soldiers, even going so far as to carry homemade wooden guns with a homemade removable silencer. I know, I'm a huge nerd. Homeschoolers, right! (Nowadays, if a kid got caught doing that he probably would get in actual trouble which would make some of the intrigue actually real).
Of course, as anyone my age and older would know, the Games aren't nearly as fun anymore. Partly that's probably due to the commercialization of entire sports. Maybe some of it stems from the fact that a lot of the American athletes are paid to participate in their sports while many from poorer foreign countries have to be motivated only for love of the game. But I think the biggest reason the Games don't seem to have the same meaning is the end of the Cold War. Remember back in the day when we hated the Soviets? I mean literally hated the Soviet Union. Those Olympics just seemed like the extension of the Cold War. Sure, there was the Nuclear Arms Race, the policy of Mutually Assured Destruction, bomb shelters, gas masks, Star Wars (the real one, not the Harrison Ford version), etc... But when the Olympics rolled around, if our teenage girls could beat your teenage girls on the ice, we win!
Well, now that I've gotten a chance to reveal to the world a glimpse into
how weird I am, I wanted to share an interesting article that I happened to read this morning over breakfast. Hope you enjoy!
The following is taken from the website mentalfloss.com and is written by Justin Feinstein. Due to some other links and content on that website I chose to post it here rather than link to it. But full credit needs to go to the actual author.