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...having never staged a Games, Sydney was, like all the other first-time hosts, wondering where its visitors were on the eve of the big cauldron-lighting. Hotel rooms were vacant, seats were unused at the opera, street prices were dropping for ping-pong prelims, angst was rising. "Some now claim we never should've done it," said the clerk at Gowings as he brushed my new Akubra bushman's hat. (You'll like it, honey. Really.) "Bloody 'ell," he said, "the sports 'aven't even begun! Look around; it's already been great for the country. Those...
...suburban apartment and said good morning to her husband, the very large, very injured shot-putter C. J. Hunter. Meanwhile, at the Olympic Village in Homebush, 10,000 young athletes were being shuttled to competitions. They were busily proving that Korean women sure can shoot arrows; that Ping-Pong isn't just kid stuff; that while Americans and Australians still rule swimming, the Dutch and Italians are bearing down. Off the clock, these athletes were buying souvenirs, taking pictures, going to pubs - living the Olympic experience...
...Monday's damage-control dance continues with Gore sounding the battle cry and Lieberman whispering that the ticket will be pro-business again by October, not to worry. The way this matchup is shaping up - call it Carter-Reagan with a prosperity twist - we could get market ping-pong all fall. This market, it seems, will always find something to fret about...
...have everything a well-to-do West Coaster could wish for: full-time masseuse, yoga classes, all the Ben and Jerry bars they can eat and organic catering by the guy who used to do meals for the Grateful Dead. The only table in the boardroom is for Ping-Pong. There's pool, shuffleboard, two pianos, twice-weekly hockey games, K'nex models for the nerd set--which is everyone--and even a bedroom, for when you've had too much Ben and Jerry...
...kids are perfectly manageable, but I feared a reprise of the cutthroat game of Monopoly the six adults had played back in 1991, after which I was forced to apologize for cheating. (I know, being the banker is no excuse.) I needn't have worried. We played Ping-Pong, a sport in which it's hard to cheat if you're not that good to begin with and if you've had a little wine to boot...