People like to pretend that the Olympics happen outside of time. Actually, the Games are always defined by the moment in which they're held, and if Sydney 2000 was the great global orgy, in which the condom machines in the athletes' village famously couldn't be refilled fast enough, Athens 2004 was often the uncomfortable morning after, the reckoning in which everyone was forced to bundle up the sheets and wonder where this whole international relationship was going.
Naturally, most of the anxiety in Athens was directed at, and emanated from, the U.S. Even though terrorism fears dissipated, many American spectators wrung their hands over just how representatives of the world's lone superpower should comport themselves. When can we cheer? Are we cheering too much? Too little? Should I leave the GOD BLESS THE U.S.A. fanny pack at the hotel? It didn't help that a presumed ally, the Iraqi soccer team, was less than grateful during its surprising run to the bronze-medal game (the team ultimately finished fourth). The Bush campaign used the Iraqi team's success to score political points but neglected to mention that one of Uday Hussein's henchmen still oversees the team.
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The most glaring negativity directed toward Americans besides the protests that greeted news of Colin Powell's visit (which he promptly canceled)--surfaced when the U.S. men's basketball team played. The players were booed lustily though, as Spanish star Pau Gasol suggested, that may have been because they were bad. Coach Larry Brown's team went 5-3 on its way to becoming the first NBA-stocked bunch not to win gold. For the most part, America's athletes were treated courteously, though geopolitics probably kept retiring medalists Rulon Gardner and Mia Hamm from getting the stadium-size love that enveloped Moroccan Hicham El Guerrouj. When El Guerrouj, perhaps the greatest middle-distance runner ever, hauled in the 1,500-m gold medal that had eluded him in the past two Olympics, he fell to the track and bawled. His fellow runners hugged him and laughed as he performed a victory dance to the Zorba theme that played only 14,000 times during the Games. Four days later, he also won the 5,000 m.
Coming into Athens, 86 of the record 202 participating countries had never won a medal of any kind, and the loudest cheers went to those who made national history, however small or troubled their nation. Women sprinters from Afghanistan and Iraq, Somalia and Bahrain whose Rokia Al Ghasra ran in full hijab were treated with special reverence by the crowds, as was windsurfer Gal Fridman, who sailed Israel to its first gold medal in 52 years of competition. The victory was made all the more fascinating with the revelation that his first name means wave in Hebrew. Competition, empathy and entertaining minutiae it should be the Olympic slogan.
The Greeks' main challenge was to demonstrate that a small country can successfully play host to the Olympics. Somewhere in Athens there is a giant closet full of rubble; the Greeks not only finished all the venues and had 10 volunteers on every almost clean street but eventually met their stated goal of selling 3.4 million tickets too.
The one American who truly prospered in these meek and mild Games was Michael Phelps. The eight-medal poster boy swam like a perfect machine, but then so did his Australian rival Ian Thorpe. Both seemed less vexed by their competition than in mutual awe. When they glanced at each other across the pool, their expressions seemed to say, You can do that too? Phelps was impeccably smooth, as were most of the Americans, who won most of the events. The BALCO scandal was supposed to have crippled the U.S. goal of 100 medals, which was met late Saturday night. The medals came in a torrent, and the young legs of Justin Gatlin and Shawn Crawford were almost as dominant as although suspiciously a step slower than those of their possibly drug-tainted predecessors. (It was their coach, Trevor Graham, who sent in a syringe of human growth hormone to the U.S. Anti-Doping Agency, saying he hoped to save the sport for clean athletes.) Even when Americans weren't supposed to win, they won, like Paul Hamm, the gold-medal gymnast who prospered by a judging error. Gifts from judges don't tend to win hyperpowers many friends.
On the whole, the Americans were wisely swagger free, though the beach-volleyball duo Holly McPeak and Elaine Youngs celebrated their bronze medal as if they had just liberated France. In fact, their win came over an Australian team whose top player reinjured her shoulder during the match, forcing her to serve underhand. But the most egregious celebration of the Games was by Swedish triple jumper Christian Olsson, whose oblivious victory lap was so lengthy that it interrupted the medal ceremony for the 1,500-m wheelchair race. Thanks for taking the pressure off, Christian.