For seventeen days, they are roommates.
For seventeen days, they are soulmates.
And for twenty-two seconds, they are competitors.
Seventeen days as equals. Twenty-two seconds as adversaries.
What a wonderful world that would be.
That’s the hope I see in the Olympic Games.
If you could defy the laws of gravity,
Have nerves of ice.
If you could have legs like steel springs.
The eyes of a hawk,
The grace of swam.
If you could have all this, you would have the body,
you would have the tools.
But you will not have greatness.
Until you understand that the strongest muscle is the heart.
To me, that’s the soul of the Olympic Games.