Well, I watched some of the Olympics but had trouble getting fired up about it. First, I like the summer Olympics better than the winter and in either case the word amateur no longer exists. It seems to be a method to sell advertising time on the networks and if it weren’t for Bob Kostas’ pink eye, nothing was out of the ordinary.
So let me harken back to another and better time. Ron Delaney was one of my early heroes, Ireland’s greatest runner. He won the 1500 meters in Melbourne when he was 21, beating John Landy the Australian who was considered the greatest miler at that time. It was an epic upset. Delaney had an unusual gate, called pitty pat at the time but when he was within striking distance on the last lap, there was no one in the world who could beat him.
I found a great story from Sports Illustrated at that time about the tumultuous reception he got in Dublin when he returned after his victory. The following fall he returned for his senior year at Villanova and made ten bucks a week helping out at the local Catholic church. They sure don’t make them like they used to. Read this story, it’s worth the time and effort. Here are two pictures on Ron then and now.