Posts tagged "Olympics"

Six Reasons the Sochi Olympic 2014 PROBLEMS Give UK 2012 Olympics PLATINUM

So over Sochi already with all its problems, and these are my half dozen reasons why (so far). 1. First, things were done on time in the UK. Yes, even the paint was (apparently) dry! Unlike Sochi with the reported “are you kidding” stories about lack of water, floors and yes, roofs, in the UK... Read more »

Monday Night Football at the Olympics

“Are you ready for some FOOTBALL????” We were. En route to our last scheduled event with tickets for football at Wembley on a Monday night, we were more than ready for some football. To Americans it may be called soccer, but in the UK it was and is football. Logical given it’s played with foot.... Read more »

What I learned in London--during the 2012 Olympics

Lessons learned during London’s 2012 Olympics were varied and scattershot.  But as always, educational. Two young men in red flag Canadian tee shirts were pushing a bin full to bursting with packaged snack foods. They stopped at the pedestrian crossing light. Chatting them up, we learned these are the party nibbles for the Canadian athletes.... Read more »
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Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball

Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball
Some might think of it as BABES and BOYS playing on sand. As for me, I’ll always think it as that crazy, sold-out event, the acclaimed red hot ticket of London’s 2012 Olympics. The Greeks would have loved it. Queen Victoria– not so much. It began early last Thursday morning. Just another workday for most... Read more »

Olympic Event, no. 1

  How to Train for the Olympic ticket lottery Everyone knows about the skills needed to be an Olympic athlete, but think of the attendees–for there are skills necessary to win the opportunity to buy tickets of the modern Olympics. Computer skills. For us it began in the summer of 2011 when our UK based daughter Jennie... Read more »

The Accidental Yank at the Olympic Opening

The Accidental Yank at the Olympic Opening
Cubs or White Sox? It’s all the same to me I’m an atypical Chicagoan. Though I live a short 7-minute walk from Soldier Field, I’ve never gone to a game there, or frankly even wanted to in the iconic stadium. I plead overload. On a high school drill team in Houston TX in the straight-laced... Read more »
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Titters about Mittens, from London

The Clip Blog With so much Team GB press slamming Mitt Romney’s gaffes , how can one Yank visiting in the UK pass up the opportunity to let the non-political politician step on his solid gold tongue? Given this is a bit like a clip Simpsons show, let me begin with Rupert Murdoch’s The Times.... Read more »

Twas the night before the Olympics

Was it possible, the night before the Olympics that I–the most non-sport person in the world—could be anticipatory of the Olympics Opening tomorrow. Or was it because I forgot to turn off the iPad in our bedroom and the flight path to/fro Heathrow was noisily overhead in Esher, why I had trouble going to sleep?... Read more »

London Olympics Part 1--The Whoops

You know that moment before you host a party. That last minute moment when your guests are due, will they come—and you over think it all.  Do we have enough food and drink? And what about the ice given the refrigerator’s wonky automatic ice maker is dead? Well, sitting under an always grey (English spelling)... Read more »
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Think Globally, Write Locally

Having just spent some time in an airplane many thousands of feet above Planet Earth, I can attest to the fact–there are no boundary lines etched on the face of the Planet. Despite all of those globes and maps with neatly drawn lines demarcating where Canada is versus the USA, Illinois versus Missouri, it’s all... Read more »
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