We wouldn't remember the next four Summer Olympics nearly as fondly. Seoul happened during my first year in college; like my freshman year,
By the time Sydney rolled around in 2000, I had my own website and a snarky forum to poke fun of never-ending tape delays,
Four years later, I passed up a chance to cover Beijing so I could write my 700-page monstrosity of a basketball book. Once upon a time, I had dreamed of covering a Summer Olympics, envisioning it as something of the Super Bowl for sports columnists. You zipped around, attended as many events as possible, ripped off pieces and tried to stand out.
It helped that Michael Phelps submitted an iconic performance, breaking out as a genuine superstar instead of a manufactured one.
London is the 11th Summer Olympics of my lifetime and the 30th overall, making it the XXX Olympics (and if you think that's not going to be funny for three straight weeks, you're fooling youself).
That's right … I finally made it to the Summer Olympics.