Originally Posted by Doug
I've got 3 Olympic banners. More fond memories...climbing up a light standard with a wrench and screwdriver while my brother watched for cops.
I have a blue one.
One story that still haunts me though: Mom worked for 3M as a host at the airport, ferrying atheletes around and making sure they didn't feel misplaced when they landed.
At some point, she managed to meet Vladislav Tretiak and he bestowed upon her a signed goalie stick!! If you're old enough to know this name...I'm sure you understand the impact he had on the sport.
Well, she set the stick to the side in her office, and it got pinched.
I still long for the stick I never had.
One memory I'm partial to though, is that of the opening ceremonies. I was one of the MANY kids in the fancy blue suits and the silver sneakers (man, I wore those things out the following summer). I even got my certificate signed by Robin Perry, who was the fox that lit the big cauldron at McMahon Stadium. That made my 10yr old day.
Getting to see Canada play and beat the "evil" Germans (last Olies before the wall collapsed) and watching the Jamaicans go by on their sled upside down in the hairpin also resonate as fond recollections.
Thanks for the mems, IOC!