So, Chicago didn't get the 2016 Olympics. I have to admit I don't care at all. I wasn't one of the people "backing the bid." I was indifferent at best. While the Chicago bid had several high-profile people behind it, I think it enjoyed only lukewarm public support.
From my perspective, I didn't feel like the Olympics would be worth the hassle. I don't want to spend an entire summer being subjected to bomb-sniffing dogs every time I go into the city. I don't want the White Sox to have to go on a three-week road trip in 2016. I already know Chicago is a world-class city, and the IOC's vote does not change that. As one caller eloquently stated on the "Boers and Bernstein Show" this afternoon, you could live two lifetimes in Chicago and still not experience all the city has to offer. Chicago doesn't need the Olympics to raise its profile.
My buddy Jim Owczarski stayed up to watch the presentations, and he said Chicago's delegation did a terrible job.
In any case, with Rio getting the bid, this is a terrific time to put some Duran Duran on this blog. "Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand, just like that river twisting through a dusty land!"
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