There has been a lot of negative press about NBC’s coverage of the Olympics this year. This The New Yorker story reminded me of the Wide World of Sports days, when we did not simply watch a game, we learned about the athlete, the story behind the seemingly heroic giant of the athletic stadium. We learned that they were just kids, kids like us, who were good at something; really good…and here they were on the world stage. I’m a sucker for a good story, and I love this angle on the presentation of sport. I feel on an occasion so spectacular as the Olympics, that maybe it’s ok (not in all cases, of course) to sacrifice the live broadcast to tell me about this kid’s journey, show me video of them swimming in the pool at age 5, show me the high school gym where they first trained…it’s ok to tell the story; the drama is after all, quite real. And we then may better appreciate what it means, not just to the country, but to that kid, to be there, to stand on that podium.