You have to understand that when I watched my first Olympics, there was no internet. The Games happened in a distant land and on the weekends Jim McKay would show recorded snippets of The Thrill of Victory and The Agony of Defeat that didn’t reach our small town paper and I, a total sports junkie with her sights set on being a sportswriter, would watch with bated breath until the buzzer. Back then, we lived with the concept of Waiting To Know Things because we had no other choice.
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