Along Garmisch Drive kids were running around playing this morning when I went to walk the dogs. The three young girls next door declared they wanted to play gymnastics, and then started to argue who would get to be Gabby Douglas.
I have always loved watching the Olympics — summer and winter. I had Shannon Miller and Kristi Yamaguchi posters in grade school, and in high school I would stay up late and watch the late-night competitions when I was supposed to be sleeping.
When you're young, the Olympics inspire you. You watch and listen to the stories of the athletes, and they become your heroes within minutes. These are the people who inspire a new generation of athletes every four years. Recently on a flight from Portland to Denver, a group of kids were flying back from a swim meet. Since the games had started, all they could talk about was the events coming up, and who would become the reigning Olympic champion. Lochte, Franklin, and of course Phelps, were names batted around the cabin once we reached our cruising altitude.
No matter who you are, there is always someone or some team you begin to root for. That's why we can't stop watching — even if you've never seen team hand ball before. It makes it that much more exciting.
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