We've been watching the Olympics...
I know the whole world's change and had not the events of 2020 hit, the games would have happened twelve months earlier, but would have been viewed and perceived much differently. Unfortunately, this didn't happen and so we watch what we watch.
Writing about sports is an honor. Sports, unlike almost everything else is defined by the fact that someone wins and by definition...someone--or everyone else--doesn't. Athletes are exposed...we see their strengths, their faults...it's not for the thin-skinned, not to mention you must be stronger, faster, smarter, luckier to win, and even with all those things, it sometimes doesn't happen.
There's no better arena to see this on display than the Olympics. Every athlete has a story, every event...a book of chapters where the stories are collected and given to us, the consumer, the reader, the fan. And if you dig deep enough, you can see the good, the bad, and the ugly.
Today, though, I saw the magnificent.
It represented everything that's good.
If you want to see how the Fiji Mens Rugby team honored their team, their sport, and their country, click: HERE. Just watching and hearing these men, you can tell, they felt it in their bones.
And it was beautiful.
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