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As an athlete myself, I love the Olympics. I never made it to that level, but I did sit the bench with some of the best. And, I guess I could have been better had I not dropped out of high school in the third year of my football fame.
Oh well, but I did make it to the Olympics. Not to compete, but as part of the security force for the 1984 Summer games in Los Angeles. That was quite thrilling, and I got to see some great athletes for free.
Now, I realized how close once again I am to the Olympics. Vancouver, Canada, just a day's drive north from the Thought Dock. How wonderful it would be to see the Winter games. To see them go faster, and jump farther and longer in their individual sports, would be amazing. But, what about higher?
So, I did the research. You know, back in 1984 Los Angeles, a decent seat to watch the more popular competitions, like gymnastics, were priced well under $100, with the best seats for the final events selling out at about $500. And, some lesser events could be seen for as little as $15. Most anyone could see something.
Yeah, I know 25 years have passed since the Los Angeles summer games. But, the only thing I see that is higher in Vancouver, are the ticket prices. You can't even get close to the ski jump competition for less than One Thousand Dollars, and the best seat for the finals topping out over $4500 for a single seat! And the crappiest of seats sell for $125 for the crappy events.
Yes, I could have fired up the Wheeled Manor and made the trip, but I wonder what a campsite would cost. And Wally World would likely be nix, and I'm sure the city would not allow on street parking. But even if I could get there, I'd never be able to afford to see an event. Well, perhaps curling. So, I'll just watch what I can from the comfort of home.
Makes me wonder what the motive is for the Olympics today. Somehow, like most everything else, I see it more about money profiting rather than recognizing top athletes and promoting peace.
One would think that they could at least make the medals of real metal, rather than plating them as if they are costume jewelry.
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As a young lad I used to come watch my older brother football games with my mom and dad. After watching the game for a hour or so, I asked my mom when is davey going to play and she said soon... While I watched with great anticipation finally my mom said look laddy here comes your older brother, I said where and she said right there and pointed to him and said he's the one with the towel on his shouder and a water bucket in his hand and the back of his football jersey said WATERBOY DAVEY !! Oh I remember them well. Those were the days indeed!
ReplyDeletewaterboy indeed! how insulting!
ReplyDeletemy big brother wore his towel out of the waist of his pants. in the back. he knew the potatoe needed to be up front.
they called them outriggers. no, wait. thats in sailing and we were in the desert sands then.
outbackers! oh no. i get so confused now days. thats a restuarant from down under.
i know, i know..lemme think. line packers! i mean backers, line backers. they had the towel so all the good guys could come up from behind and wipe their hands on the towel.
seems to me that job of carry the towel out onto the field was mighty important. how could the guys with the dry hands throw the ball without my big bro?
yeah those were the days. too much to pay to get then, also. see how we have learned to stretch our dollars!