Best Games ever? Probably not, but who cares?
the lugers, skeleton athletes and bobsledders. Perhaps the Canadians could have allowed athletes from other countries more training time on the track.
Ultimately, however, when you’re zipping down a sheet on ice at speeds of 140 clicks per hour on a phone book, the opportunity for disaster exists.
You can only imagine the lawsuits that will arise from the Georgian luger’s death.
I haven’t been around enough to determine where these Games stand in relation to others. From all accounts, Lillehammer gets the most votes for best Games. It’s thumbs down to Atlanta.
Who really knows unless you were there.
So on that note, I can speak with experience when comparing the 2010 Vancouver Games to the 2006 Olympics in Turin, Italy.
In Vancouver, the streets are alive with Olympic revelers, young and old, men and women. Familes and young couples. Virtually all are adorned in red and white — take your pick — jerseys/sweaters/jackets/coats/hats/mittens.
In the hockey arenas and the curling rinks, at the freestyle skiing and short track venues, a tailgate party atmosphere exists both inside and out.
In Torino, there was no such sign of Olympic merriment. Medals Plaza in centre city Torino was alive each night with ceremonies and concerts, but otherwise, Italians greeted the Olympics with a collective shrug of the shoulders.
Canada, a country generally passive by nature, is suddenly giddy with pride. ‘Go Canada Go!’ is the chorus in the arenas, on the streets, in the subways.
We will not lead the charge in medals. We won’t even catch Germany for second.
But for once, on an international sporting stage that is more than just hockey, there’s a delight that comes with saying you’re from Canada.
So if success is determined by wins and losses and total points, by medals and eclipsing expectations, the home side has fallen short in Vancouver.
But if Olympic triumph is defined by an overwhelming embracing of the Games, a moment for Canadians to watch and care whether a kid, who a day before was a nobody from Montreal, wins a moguls skiing gold medal, whether a little figure skater who just lost her mother can skate the program of her life, whether a bunch of millionaire hockey players can win gold, if all this right here at home can cause Canadians to file into the streets feeling real good about themselves, it can’t be all so bad, can it? Best Games ever? Who cares. They’ve been pretty darn good.