Murray Wood: Who's hot... and who's not
Every Friday, Murray Wood takes a look at the week's news and decides who's hot... and who's not. This week's list inclu...
Watching the Olympics has been must-see TV for me since I can remember. I was seven when I remember my first Olympics.
The opening ceremonies of the Calgary games in 1988. The Jamaican bobsled team, Karen Percy, Elizabeth Manley. Then the summer games of 1988 and Ben Johnson sprinting to gold.
Every Olympics, watching the opening and closing ceremonies have turned into family events.
I don’t know if my daughter will remember watching ‘Tessa and Scott’, Patrick Chan or Mark McMorris, who have been her favourites so far. She watches with almost a personal attachment to them, but I guess we all do.
Some of my favourite sports memories are from the Olympic games; Donovan Bailey in ’96, The golden goal in 2010 or Clara Hughes winning medals in both the summer and winter games.
When the Olympics are on, our TV is as well.
I may be raising an Olympic junkie and I’m okay with that. Except when her hoots and hollers wake up her baby brother, but in two years, he’ll likely join in the family tradition of cheering on anyone who wears red and white.
