Three Big Olympic Decisions in Buenos Aires

This weekend, the International Olympic Committee gathered in Buenos Aires and had a big party that I wasn’t invited to made some big decisions that would reverberate throughout the next few years on a very international scale. Luckily, each representative is chosen by democratic vote by all Olympic partici — wait, what am I saying? Actually, the IOC’s new members are chosen by the current IOC’s members, based on no criteria whatsoever. Well, maybe wealth, and fame, and networking. Yes, it’s exactly like high school. And yes, that means all their decisions can be made — and likely are made — based on personal interest.

Anyway, they decided a lot of important Olympic decisions all on their own. In each circumstance, the country or sport made an impassioned bid and the IOC voted privately.

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Exploring the London 2012 National Hospitality Houses

This is an expanded version of an article previously posted and written for PDiN Monitor as part of the University of Southern California’s Center on Public Diplomacy. See the previous version here.

The London 2012 Olympics—what an exciting place to be! Kia and I were able to experience this first hand. We found that some of the most intriguing settings were the National Hospitality Houses scattered throughout the city.

The National Hospitality Houses (NHHs) were pubs, museums, historic buildings, and parks that national Olympic committees rented for the duration of the games to …what? Well, the problem with describing all these houses is that they all had different purposes. Some, such as the USA hospitality house, were not open to the public. Continue reading

Guest Post: Pride and Prejudice 2012

This guest post was written by my extremely clever friend, fellow Olympics fan and USC Master’s of Public Diplomacy student David Mandel.

I’ll have you know this is difficult to write. I wanted to be objective; I wanted to stay above the pride and just give you some impersonal, easy-to-digest material about Olympic cities. Clearly, that’s not going to happen.

Maybe I should start again.

The 2006 Winter Olympics in Turin was a pretty uneventful occasion. I think the most salient take-away for most foreign fans was that ‘Turin’ and ‘Torino’ is the same place. Still, I have the most vivid memory of watching those games, and more intensely, watching the majestic crane and swoop shots of the picturesque city that buttressed all the coverage. I thought, wow, what a thing for all the world to be shown that beautiful place in such a remarkable way.

The Closing Ceremonies for the 2006 Turin Olympics

The Closing Ceremonies for the 2006 Turin Olympics

I had always loved the Olympics: the pageantry, the meaning, the sheer force of the Olympics’ exertion upon my cultural landscape created in my impressionable mind a sense that the Olympics were the ultimate occasion.

It was then, in the aftermath of Turin, that my rather innocent infatuation with the Olympics became something decidedly more intoxicating. I thought: perhaps in the near future my two great loves, the Olympics and my home city of Chicago, might be united and provide me a televisual self-love nirvana for a few weeks in 2016.

The applicant city logos for the 2016 Olympics

The applicant city logos for the 2016 Olympics

I think I might have predated the official Chicago 2016 bid by a couple of months.

Following the bid became an obsession for me; I tried every summer to find a job working for them and proselytized to every (non)interested person who would listen about the greatness of Chicago and all the reasons it would be the host city. I fantasized about the breathless descriptions of Chicago’s beauty, about the hometown president saluting his city, about the “Paris on the Prairie” reclaiming its 1893 reputation as the exemplar of urban excellence.

When, one October morning, I updated my browser page in the middle of Econ 2a, I found that Chicago had been eliminated in the first round of voting. Just like that.

Chicago Olympics 2016, eliminated on Friday, Oct. 2, 2009 (AP Photo)

Chicago Olympics 2016, eliminated on Friday, Oct. 2, 2009 (AP Photo)

I was crushed; more upset than any grown man should admit to about such an esoteric thing. My years of unhealthy devotion to the cause had ended in sudden betrayal. ‘Rio 2016’ stung in my ears. For two years I avoided coverage of the Olympics, still too angry—jealous—to confront my former mistress. Although, I gleefully read all of the journalistic worrying about Rio’s capabilities, prejudiced as I was to root against the place.

Now, in the incipience of London 2012, I have to move on. I cannot hold my grudge against London, a favorite city of mine and the most deserving place to become the first three-time Olympic host.

Rio 2016, a name which still invokes from me some pangs of disappointment, is a different matter. Unlike London, Rio 2016 is a coming-out party for Brazil. Like Mexico City, Tokyo, Seoul, Barcelona and Beijing before it, Rio 2016 is recognition—an opportunity for a rising power to solidify its stance among the community of nations. If my home-town pride is strong enough to cause my embarrassing reaction, imagine the feelings of cariocas and other Brazilians as they prepare to introduce themselves to the world.

All of this begins to explain some of the fanatical attitudes towards the Olympics. Not all fans care about place in the way I do. Most may not even think about the tremendous advantages hosting a successful games can bring. But, it is impossible to be a fan of the Olympics and divorce yourself from pride, whether for your country, your city or your favorite athlete.

Still, I will watch the games this summer. And read about them before. Hey, I even managed to write about them a little bit. I will accept all of the televisual accoutrements and all the breathless fawning. I will try to put my fandom over my pride, even if I sometimes fail.

I recently heard there’s a new movement to bring the games to Chicago in 2024. A recently signed contract between the USOC and the IOC resolved the tension that was the source of the 2016 snub. I may have been fooled once but my love of both home and the Olympics is foolish; so I’ll know whom to blame if fooled again.