A Spectator

I love the Olympics. I could sit lazily on my couch and watch those fine athletes perform for hours. Back in 1996 when the Games came to Atlanta, the hubby and I went down for one day. We took our chances and scored some tickets for handball, which was exciting in spite of it not being at all what I thought was handball. We walked and walked and took MARTA all over trying to catch the Olympics vibe as much as time would allow. I peered in the fence to glimpse some track and field events, bought some pins, and it was a fine day. It's great to see the American perform, but it is just as interesting to see athletes from around the globe.