Speaking of Centennial Olympic Park, is anyone kind of secretly relieved that maybe Atlanta will no longer be host of the most embarrassing/infamous/shameful Olympics in Olympic history?
If that Izzy suit still exists and the right kind of person owns it, I bet s/he gets so much action at Dragon*Con.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any clips of the animated TNT special Izzy’s Quest for Olympic Gold (“It begins with Izzy, a mischievous teenager who lives in a whimsical world inside the Olympic Torch”) to get you all nostalgic for the time you were a teenager and stood on a hot dusty street corner waiting to see some city councilman with the Olympic torch jog through your suburb, but you can passively enjoy the first 30 seconds of the Nintendo game of the same name:
But really, but what you’ve been wanting to hear for the past 12 years is this song:
Feel the flame forever burn teaching lessons we must learn
To bring us closer to the power of the dream.
I’ve comforted myself through many trying times with the poignancy of those lyrics. IT’S THE MOMENT THAT YOU THINK YOU CAN’T, YOU’LL DISCOVER THAT YOU CAN!
Tags: atlanta 1996, celine dion, china, izzy, olympics, the power of the dream, whatizit
I still wonder to this day if the Centennial Park bomb was intended for Celine and he just had his days mixed up.
I hope the makers of Sonic the Hedgehog sued the pants off the Atlanta Olympic Committee.
Really weird fact: I was at Centennial Olympic Park the night of the explosion, although we left 15 minutes before the bomb detonated. Guess who I saw earlier that day at the McDonald’s in the CNN Center? Dennis Hopper.
Hopper. Speed. Bomb. Dots. Connect them.
Plus, why is it that every single time Atlanta’s had the chance to come up with some marketing scheme, it’s terrible? Are we that confused about ourselves?