Ok, I know, a little late on the uptake. Sorry about being MIA for a complete week. What can I say, sometimes I get lazy, writers block, busy. You may pick any of the prior as my excuse. I was in New York, Boston, and Maine last week. I got to see my brother all grown up and working at the UN, my parents (who still live in my home town, pop. 1,112) navigating the streets of New York City, and boogie board and build sand castles with some friends I grew up with on the Maine coast. All in all a GREAT week.

I think my love for the Olympics started when I toke a Niagra Falls trip with my brother and my grandparents during the 1996 games. We would all huddle around the mini tv in the front of the camper and watch the games. I remember that being the first time I really bonded with my brother over sports. Before it had mainly been about fighting over watching Saved by the Bell or SportsCenter.
Do you have an Olympic moment you remember?
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My family has memories of watching the Olympics together too. My mom has an Olympic pin collection that's much older than me - she gets new ones every time. We've even been known to sport Roots Olympic apparel every once in awhile. ;-) I think my mom's obsession started when she worked at ABC Sports - when my parents were dating, my mom had a chance to go to the Olympics for her job, but decided to hang around and marry my dad instead. I guess it worked out, but really - turn down a chance to see the Olympic games? I'm not so sure. :-)
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