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On the final Sunday of the Olympics, after shooting the marathon, I made one final
trip downtown to the area of Centennial Park. As it turns out, I never made it
into the park itself. If the *show* in there was any better than the one outside,
well, I just didn't bring enough film. Also, please be patient, as I was a bad
boy and loaded five images on this page that may take a minute to download. I
think you'll find the wait rewarding, if for nothing but the closing picture......it's
one of my faves.
This may be the only reason I'm glad the Olympics are over. No, these women aren't cheering athletes, or praising the heavens for their good seats. They are *signing* along with what is apparently the Official Bad Song of the Atlanta Games, "YMCA", by the Village People. It seemed like I heard it at most of the venues I attended. I even kept expecting to hear that insipid tune waft over the hills of the Cross Country course during the Equestrian 3 Day competition. Thankfully, veterinarians determined it would spook the horses.....
Little reported by the press, there was a highly contagious epidemic at the Olympics that even the C.D.C. couldn't control......pin trading. Personally, I avoided the plague by remembering that each $5 pin I bought, in order to trade away, represented another scan for this site. But by the final day, even the cops were into it. I've always made it a policy not to barter with folks wearing guns. But it would have been hard for him to draw, because of that city policy mandating that a can of Olympic-sanctioned beverage be carried at all times by Atlanta's Finest.
I was walking down a quiet street making my way towards MARTA and home, when I saw this sight, stopped, and thought, "Thank You God." On day 17, this apparently homeless, obviously passed-out man appeared just as whupped as the rest of us. The kicker was the t-shirt that said "Atlanta....I Was There." It seemed fitting, and proof of what Billy Payne and Andy Young have been saying all along.
Everybody's welcome in Atlanta for the Big Show, there's room for all, and plenty of fun to go around. And as someone who was in the thick of it the whole time, wallowing in every minute of this experience, it was plainly obvious the fun was universal. Well, except for His Excellancy Juan Imreallyold Sayanara, his minions of limousine elite, and most of those folks who buy ink by the barrel....the media. As if this little shindig was solely for their personal enjoyment.
Silly me, I was under the impression the Olympics were about bringing together thousands of the world's best athletes and huge enthusiastic crowds of spectators to cheer them on to marvelous performances. On those terms, the Atlanta Games were the best Olympics ever.
And my former good-buddy Juan can just kiss my grits!
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