Ethan Switch - Monday, August 30, 2004 - 17:45:58 - print it raw
Running the people out of Athens, Greece, the closing ceremony of the Games of the XXVIII Olympiad nailed the last rivet in the stadium. Sighs were heard from the Australian Olympic Committee as IOC President Jacques Rogge delivered his closing speech. Sweat dripped off their brow as the Sydney Games hold still onto the mantle of being "the best Games, ever" by a man named Samaranch, soiled by liver spots and filled with a self-love of imaginary syllables.
Terrorism missed many an opportunity, taking a holiday much like the Greek citizens throughout the sixteen day affair. Even the flag bearing procession with pointed athletes from around the globe failed to ignite in bloodshed. Instead, the fanatical cause was left to supposed Irish priest, Cornelius Horan. Freshly insane from the Silverstone track in last year's Grand Prix—where he ran onto the track in fine crazy style—Horan pushed Brazil's marathon runner, Vanderlei de Lima out of gold and into the arms of Pierre de Coubertin and a bronze.
Five rings for the sporting main course has run its track, the time now waits for the three tear spectacle to take dessert choices.
Only fifteen athletes were sanctioned during course out of the 3000 doping tests carried out.
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