The Olympic nostalgia is back! Childhood memories of gathering in the family room to watch, and cheer, and gawk in amazement come rushing back each time I hear the slow, dramatic theme song or see Bob Costas' face. I love the images of China's countryside. I love the tear-jerking vignettes; stories of abandonment, life threatening illnesses, home countries in turmoil, and romances that defy the odds. I love the cheesy announcers, making claims like, “I knew he would have a record breaking time in this race when I saw him stretching this morning.” They might as well be shouting, "He's vaulting! He's vaulting!" Is two weeks going to be enough?


One think I missed was the transition from Speedo, to pants, to full body suit. I know those things are too tight to fall off but how low they ride when the tops are pulled down makes me uncomfortable! But I guess with the all time record for Olympic Golds and breaking world records every time you dive into a pool, Mr. Phelps can be an exhibitionist.