Thoughts on attending the Olympics
Anyone who’s been around me in the past few years or so knows I planned to go to Vancouver 2010.
It was watching the ’88 Calgary Olympics with my little brother that made me an extremely proud Canadian. Patriotism is what the Olympics have always represented for me. Being there completely reinforced why I had “I know I’ll be living it in Canada” (Sloan) embossed on the back of my iPod years ago.
We went to two events (men’s ski jumping preliminaries before the opening ceremonies and women’s freestyle moguls where Jenn Heil took home a silver).
Quite literally, these athletes have tens of seconds to qualify for the finals and if they do, they have same amount of time to make the podium. So really all of those years of dedication come down to less than a minute of performance time and that’s what defines you forever after. That kind of determination is unbelievably admirable.
You could feel the energy from the crowds the moment the Opening Ceremonies started and when we got caught the path of torch bearing Wayne Gretzky, even though he didn’t seem too excited.
Globe and Mail columnist Stephen Brunt’s did a great video essay for CTV about the undeniable pride and patriotism that the Games seem to have inspired.
Having Alexandre Bilodeau capture the first gold on home soil couldn’t have been more perfect. Like most Canadian athletes, his absolute genuineness shines through.
The story of inspiration and sibling love with his brother Frederic, who has Cerebral Palsy, really put the spotlight on what he brings to the world in spite of his condition. I had the opportunity to join a torchbearer with Cerebral Palsy in January and affected me in a way I never expected.
The Bilodeau story was also perfect because he’s an athlete from Quebec. Yes Quebec is part of our great nation and I, like many Canadians hope it always remains. There was no doubt, Bilodeau is a proud Canadian.
There’s just so much to say about the whole experience but here are some of the not so good parts.
- Sustainability: Back in June ’09, I was at the CPRS National Conference and took in a few presentations by VANOC representatives. One presentation was on how these games would be the first sustainable games. In fact, London 2012 would be using Vancouver 2010 as a template to plan their events. So knowing that, I was quite disheartened when my friend was asked to get rid of an apple and water when going through security. Also, because the sponsor was Coca-Cola, you could only buy bottled water on the hill. Selling food at the venues was also a disaster because you could only buy form one spot and the lineups were hours long (so that by the time you’d get to the front, the event would be done). If they would have let us keep our apple and fill the water bottle at a Coca-Cola sponsored water jug on the hill like they do at golf courses, they would have had me as a customer for life. I know when it comes to corporate social responsibility, organizations can always be 100% sustainable, but that was an easy one that the sponsor could have offered.
- Sponsorship: The other part about sponsorship that made me angry was that I had to get a Visa card. I have many other credit cards, but because Visa is a sponsor, my choices to buy tickets were to send a cheque and hope it gets there in time or get a Visa. Because I like confirming everything online I got a Visa. Then before leaving I had a notice sent to me saying that all the venues will only accept cash or Visa. For stuff that you buy at a concession, cash is not a big deal. But when we went to the Olympic Superstore in The Bay in downtown Vancouver, the choices were the same. Most people will buy over $100 worth of stuff, so chances of paying cash are pretty slim. Seriously though, it was the Bay, so they are setup to do all forms of payment. I guarantee I won’t be keeping my Visa.
- Event logistics: For the most part, our trip out to Whistler went quite well. Even when we were sitting out in the stands, it was like someone ordered the sunshine for the event and the moment it was done, it went behind the clouds. Our day at Cypress Mountain was not so pleasant though. It started by having our mandatory bus transportation to the venue bring us late to the event because bus drivers didn’t show up. By the time we completed the trek from the drop-off point to our seats, we only saw the last few skiers come down in the preliminaries. Still we weren’t too bothered by it all because we were excited to be there. We then decided to grab something to eat and drink and once we made it through the crowds from the stands to the only area where they sold food, we were told the lines would be 2.5-3 hours long. With a two hour break in between the preliminaries and the finals, that would mean the event would be over by the time we’d get to the front of the line – of course if there was any food left. So we decided to head back to the entrance to some vending machines that we saw, where we could at least get something to drink. When we got there we realized that the vending machines were a few feet away from us but on the outside of the gate (maybe 20-30 feet away) and if we attempted to get to them we wouldn’t be allowed back in even though we were in plain sight of the workers. At this point we were cold and wet and the thought of fighting through the bus lineups in the dark as everyone left at the same time a few hours from then didn’t appeal to us. Instead we hopped on a bus right away (although we had to wait a while to get clearance to leave because no one seemed to know what was happening) to catch the end of the event in a bar at the bottom.
While some parts of the planning and logistics really disappointed me, I wouldn’t trade anything for having experienced it because it is truly about the people and the stories that come from it. That will always remain with me.

On January 28, 2009 