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August 19, 2004
Olympic Knitting
I'm not as productive as I might have hoped in my Herculean Effort to complete a pair of socks. Why? Because I keep falling asleep! I missed Paul Hamm's big wipeout last night as I snoozed away. Woke up in time to see his high bar routine, though.
Our local station shows the Olympics from seven until eleven. Why they don't do it from six until ten escapes me. (But of course, they can't pre-empt Entertainment Tonight!)
My husband and I had fun with the kids reminiscing about the '72 Munich Olympics. Even though they were marred by the Israeli hostage tragedy, those Olympics included many memorable 'firsts.' (I found a good retrospective here.) We mistakenly thought that it was the first use of the trademark Olympic Fanfare music, but a little bit of googling set me straight on that.
Oh well, it's still fun to think back on Olga Korbut, Mark Spitz, Frank Shorter, and Jim McKay and what an impression they made on a twelve-year-old. (There, now you know how old I am.)