|Pac's mental snapshot from the|
1996 Olympics Opening Ceremony.
While business-as-usual in Atlanta was put on hold for the most part during the Olympics, when my company asked for volunteers to help with Olympic-related corporate events I jumped at the chance to be part of the glamorous spectacle. I spent August '96 driving a company shuttle van between the Airport and Buckhead. I remember starting each round trip with a quick prayer to God I wouldn't find one of my college classmates awaiting their chauffeur.
Beside my usual salary, I was awarded event tickets. Badminton or dressage or curling... something like that. I remember trying to give them away. I still have them packed away in the basement somewhere. Wouldn't it be a hoot if they were actually worth something today?
Let's see, what else do I remember from the '96 Olympics? I met Al Roker, pre-gastric bypass. And I was two blocks away from Olympic Park when the bomb went off. Of course, I didn't know it was a bomb at the time. I just remember thinking, "Well that's never happened before... either this sex is really good or I just ruptured something."
Maybe it's my nostalgia for 1996 or maybe it's the Twitter spoilers, but I haven't really gotten into the Olympic spirit this year. StevieB on the other hand has been glued to his DVR, enjoying hour after hour of NBC coverage. He's been posting a series of screen shots of sexy swimmers and divers asking the question, "Olympics or porn?"
Hey Stevie, can I play?
Olympics or Porn?
|Give up? It's porn.|