As you read this today, Lou Reuter and I are flying to Vancouver to cover the Winter Olympics for you. I really mean that "for you" part. I can almost guarantee that anyone sitting home watching TV will have a better view of the action than we will, and will be much better able to follow what's going on at the games that we will. I imagine we'll feel a little lost much of the time.
But you want someone - and that's us - to go out there and cover our wealth of local athletes, as well as their families and a contingent of Lake Placid people doing their proper duty in representing our soulful two-time Winter Olympic host village at the winter games. You want someone to not only describe the competitions themselves and give you the basics; you want to read stories that you'll remember afterward. And you also want to see great photos of our locals in action. Lou, as you probably know, is pretty masterful with a camera, and I hope I can squeeze off a few good shots, too.
So we're off.
We've both been pretty stressed lately, what with uncertain preparations, uncertain dynamics over there and a slew of regular news obligations back here, but as I write this Tuesday night, I expect a lot of that nervousness will melt away once we're on the plane. We'll take the adventure that comes to us.
It'll probably take a day or so to figure out the lay of the land, but, God willing and if we're not let down by the technological wizardry we rely on, we'll be filing our first dispatch to you no later than Friday, reporting on Peter Frenette's ski jumping qualifiers (Friday morning Pacific time, but more like afternoon Eastern).
Meanwhile, I have to mention this amazing "small world" kind of story that happened to me Tuesday. We'll be staying most of the time in a room we're renting in Squamish, British Columbia, halfway from Vancouver to Whistler, where most of the action we're covering will be. The primary tenant of the room is a good buddy of mine from college who followed his dream and became a rock and ice climbing guide; he's spending the winter scaling glaciers in South America.
He's subletting to a guy who wants to get out of town for the Olympics, so, boo-ya, a little compensation for his February rent and we were in.
So we were trading e-mails about how I'm going to pick up the keys and such, and he drops this: He just got a call from a friend of his, saying her husband wanted to come out to Squamish during the Olympics, and could he maybe stay there? In the process of him saying he already had us staying there, names somehow were mentioned.
Turns out, the friend's husband is my brother John. The friend is my sister-in-law.
They live in B.C., and John had talked about coming down to meet up with us. He said he had friends in Squamish and would work out lodgings. Out of all the apartments there, what are the chances he'd show up at the same one as me?