Re: All things Denver XXVI: From Boonetown to Motown
One of the most powerful moments of my life occurred during the closing ceremony at Sapporo. In a darkened Makomanai Indoor Arena, JDF cadets lowered the flag and carried it out, with a spotlight on the flag, orchestra and choir playing the Olympic Hymn. As they moved toward the exit the cadets raised the flag over their heads and 105mm howitzers were fired outside, literally shaking the building. I'm choking up writing this. To keep my emotions in check, I briefly looked to my left and there, standing about three feet away from me, was a beautiful young Japanese translator, tears streaming down her face, waving goodbye to the flag.
I used the Olympic Hymn for my wedding entrance march so I know what you mean. Olympism still means something - the idea that the best of each country can gather every four years in peace and battle out differences on field, court, track, ice, and slopes is still incredibly powerful. Having been to so many Olympics live, you cannot imagine how much great it is to share in that spirit until you've seen it for yourself without NBC or ABC or CBS mediating it for you. The hymn and the torch are the best moment in all of sports, and no amount of Costas, commerdialism, drugs and cost overruns can blot out the powerful symbolism and history that the Games have provided.
One of the most powerful moments of my life occurred during the closing ceremony at Sapporo. In a darkened Makomanai Indoor Arena, JDF cadets lowered the flag and carried it out, with a spotlight on the flag, orchestra and choir playing the Olympic Hymn. As they moved toward the exit the cadets raised the flag over their heads and 105mm howitzers were fired outside, literally shaking the building. I'm choking up writing this. To keep my emotions in check, I briefly looked to my left and there, standing about three feet away from me, was a beautiful young Japanese translator, tears streaming down her face, waving goodbye to the flag.
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