I’ve always been fascinated and inspired by the Olympic Games. Summer or winter, every two years I become immersed in the sport and athlete at hand.
But the winter games have always been a relatable, even, achievable reality for me. As a child growing up at the base of a ski resort, where every day during the winter evolved around some winter sport, it was a time to make dreams a reality. The 22nd Olympic Winter Games hosts four of Aspen, CO athletes, making their dreams that reality.
The opening ceremonies are something I love. It embraces the host countries history, artistry, and reminds the world why we are there. It’s the sport and the athlete. The achievement of that individual who gets the honor to represent their country. That they all come together for one thing. To compete in a sport we all share. It’s a time to set aside the politics of the world and embrace the passion of sport.
The opening dialogue to the opening ceremonies educates us with where Russia is, what it has to offer, and the amazing opportunity the games gives us:
‘It begins on the edge of the western world and expands deep into the far east. No other land consumes so much of the north, even as its terrain spreads to the sub tropics.
For centuries, as much as anything else, that emence, intimidating and incredible reality has stood at the heart of its identity. Russia overwhelms. Russia mystifies. Russia transcends.
Through every stage of its story it’s resisted any notion of limitation. Through every reinvention, only redoubling its desire to cast a powering presence.
The empire, that ascendant to affirm a colossal footprint. The revolution that birthed one of modern histories pivotal experiments. But if politics has long shaped the sense of who they are, it’s passion that endures as a more reliable rank to their collective heart.
What they build when aspiration is lifted by imagination. What they craft through the wonder of every last detail. How magical the fusion of sound and movement can be. How much a glass of distilled perfection and an overflowing table can matter. Discover the Russian people through these indelible signatures. Discover what we share with them through the games that open here tonight.
It almost seems like an oversight, that this nation that bares so much of winters burden has never before hosted the winter games. Now what’s finally arrived is a collection of athletes revolutionizing what the Olympics look like, what they sound like, what they feel like.
More than ever before, snow has become the realm of the young. A place where every tale is tinged with originality…
In this land that fuses west and east across so much if the north these games have come south to a most distinctive local. Where a sea filled with ancient myths crashes into mountains that sweep commandingly into the heavens. And where for these 18 days winter will not be a burden, but a theater with their curtain raised by their soaring spirit revealing, once again, to the world, what sport too, can be. Overwhelming, mystifying, transcendent. Welcome to Sochi. Welcome to the 22nd Olympic Winter Games.’
It is poetic, beautiful, and inspiring. Let all other worries leave as we embark together on the Olympic journey. Enjoy the ride and always remember the peace that comes with the Olympic competition! I’m so excited and look forward to sharing these games with you.