Olympic Understanding
My father, an All-American football player in college and a professional coach later, could never totally commit to the Olympics after they went professional. (You don’t think they’re professional? You thought you were watching Kobe Bryant on another channel?)
My dad looked on sports as training fields for living rather than grand slams for sponsor endorsements. (Nor did he think the players should be the sole pride of cities after they become high-paid gladiators. But we’ll get to that later.)
I really don’t know what he would have thought of the tiny, grim-faced girls hurtling themselves into knots this week in China. (We’re now discovering that they’re what? Ten years old?). I think he might have suggested – as I do – that there is a kind of child abuse involved here.
My father would have remembered names like Jesse Owens and Jim Thorpe and the real pride of watching ... Read More...
