I’ve been trying to write this since we left the Women’s Gold Medal Volleyball Match yesterday afternoon. Walking home my smile slowly faded and gave way to a sort-of-melancholy. I am not sad necessarily, but I miss that feeling we all felt the last few weeks with the Olympics.
That unbridled joy.
The fucking beauty that is this cité.
The empathy on display over and over and over again.
I tried to articulate it to my wife this morning. I struggled for a minute before I mumbled something about two weeks of the best of us as a species.
But that’s really what it felt like. Winners consoling the vanquished. Women celebrating other impressive women. A city and a world celebrating a woman who was mistreated by an ugly world.
I found myself tearing up just going through photos today. Lindsey Horan consoling Japanese then Brazilian players made me prouder than any on the field victory. Simone and Jordan Chiles giving Rebeca Andrade her flowers and a bow put a lump in my throat and made me so f…
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