Olympic Fever Rising
I love the Olympics. And by Olympics, I mean the real Olympics. You know, the one that takes place every fourth summer for 2.5 magical weeks. In preparation for the London festival, set to begin on Friday, July 27, NBC has been airing the U.S. Olympic trials in prime time all week. Watching Michael Phelps cruise to the front has brought back the nostalgic feeling from four years ago, when I stayed up way too late every night for two weeks watching magic happen. In honor of the upcoming Olympics, I thought I'd share the column I wrote about the last Olympic games during the summer of 2008! For more than a week, a nation of bleary-eyed patriots got up and ground through their work schedules only to race home and gather by the TV late into the night. There was no war launched or national catastrophe, but there was a rare, epic event to be embraced — the Olympics. And, undoubtedly, the star of these games was American swimmer Michael Phelps. Phelps, who was awesome in Athens, stepped u...