On the Paris Olympics

I’ve been watching the Olympics since 1968. The most memorable games for me were in 1972, both for good and for ill, but I have at least shards of memories of all of them.

1984 was unique in that it induced euphoria among Americans that ultimately had implications for the election. For the quality of the spectacle and the competition, however, you could make a very good case that this one was the best in my lifetime.

The French–left, right, and center alike–have reason to be proud. Partisan strife will resume tomorrow.