When you’re in a foreign country that’s careening toward war, you follow the news.
People always wonder why we’re here — at first, anyway. They’re surprised we sent one reporter and even more so that we sent two. In some sense, it seems important to the brand, the paper’s and Steamboat’s, to have Ski Town USA staff the Olympics. If you’d asked me in January before we left, I’d have said, “We can cover our local athletes better than anyone else.”
Our best event was the U.S. men's hockey game against Russia. Our best night out involved a member of the U.S. halfpipe snowboard team and the stupidest thing I did involved losing something important on the first day of the Olympics. Here's my list of the best and worst of covering the Olympics.
After 18 days in Russia, things have finally started to make sense.
The somber message that echoed Tuesday at a rainy RusSki Gorki Jumping complex in Krasnaya Polyana, Russia was that this was not 2010. That can be something to embrace.
Security guard Alex may be the best link to "real Russia" at the Olympics.
Saturday was about pride, not spite, hockey not hate, and even after a great hockey game, the end a bitter pill for one nation, it was that peace that shone through.
Getting yelled at actually has helped me learn Russian. For instance, “NO! Against the rules!!” is Russian for “Ohhh, I apologize, fine sir. We really wish you wouldn’t do that”.?
Waking at 6 a.m. to watch a college basketball game may seem like a good idea sometimes, but 4 a.m. is not one of those times.
This is not what I expected, and I’m not talking about the lack of authentic Russian food in Krasnaya Polyana, Russia, the weather so warm you barely need a coat or even the presence of Russian cheerleaders pom-poms and all — at many Olympic venues. I’m talking about the success of the United States athletes we’re here to cover.
The Olympics is the event that doesn’t sleep, and I haven’t much, either.
At the Olympics, they have cheerleaders and a marching band for the halftime of speedskating events.
I’d never heard the term “fanned out." Unfortunately, as soon as I heard it, I knew I had once violated it.
The first time I met Alex, the security guard posted at the door of our condo building, we exchanged names and a handshake, and as I walked away he hollered, calling me back. Very slowly, very deliberately, he added one final thing: “Hello. Good. Luck!”
There's a communal spirit that defines these Olympics. We all feel part of them, and Friday night's opening ceremony celebrated that fact.