Like many of you, I was transfixed for over two weeks with individual efforts and valiant team performances. The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, or "the feet", in some cases. I was mesmerized by so-called minor sports, and by people who put decades of work into events that in many cases were decided in less time than this editorial.
I was off the couch cheering for the local connections- in martial arts and soccer and volleyball and decathlon. I was rooting for the home team and the foreign team and the underdog and the amazing comeback. I was sleep deprived and proud of it. I was entranced by stories and human drama and tragedy as I am every two years when the wondrous Olympic games are delivered to our homes in many ways. I watched as the entire world of nations came together to celebrate and collaborate and persevere for common goals- to compete, to realize dreams, and to move on to the next phase, in some cases.