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but the olympic moment i remember the most? it was the summer of 1996, and i was in moscow for a summer abroad program.
it was horrifying.
i missed much of the games, but happened to check into a moscow hotel during the opening ceremonies. we walked into the lobby, where a handful of russians were gathered around a tiny black and
white green television.
suddenly, on the tv a fleet of pickup trucks roared into Atlanta’s Olympic Stadium, with their truck beds filled with scantily clad cheerleaders. the russian men started howling, and we were looking for any rock, log, or carpet to crawl under.
not an olympic ceremony goes by that i don’t marvel at how little culture our young nation actually has.