7:30 on a brisk morning, pajamas and a winter jacket, barely awake and i’m crying in the car at a radio program. first, canadian women’s hockey overcame the americans, drinking champagne and smoking cigars crying in full uniform on the ice. something about “you work you’re whole life for something” got me. “big bad americans can’t steal our glory on the ice. this is canada and this is hockey.” and the next story, a canadian girl, a figure skater, she got bronze. her mom, her biggest fan and harshest critic, died 4 days prior of a heart attack. she died in vancouver. she came to watch her 24 year old daughter compete in the olympics and then died. at first i thought, “she must have felt so alone on the ice.” but then no. that probably wasn’t the case at all. maybe that’s what did me in.
maybe it was when the skater said, “i knew what ever i had boiling in me, i’d leave it all on the ice.”
i’ll tell you this though, these olympics, man, they’re just too much for me sometimes.
Just found your site, after reading your translations for Garance for many months. You have a great voice…and I feel the same about the olympics, too. I sit and watch them and am stunned by their skill, then silenced by their pain. Tell us more about yourself. What was your major – have you ever mentioned the school you attended? Where did you grow up? I guess I will start at the beginning – in the archives. I’ll be back again, Tim.