Thursday, August 9, 2012

Swim Meat

Ah, the Olympics. I remember back in 1996 when Atlanta hosted the games. Even though I lived in the middle of it, I didn't see any of the sporting events in person. I remember that the tickets were expensive and hard to come by, all the good ones anyway. I did go to the opening ceremony though. I probably would have enjoyed that more had I not been hungover. So many drums.

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.



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