When my energy wanes in Vancouver, I'll think of John Husar
There are things that can grind down your enthusiasm at the Olympics. Long hours. Long security lines. Long rides on buses that aren't always efficient or on time. Weather delays. The flu that invariably sweeps through the press room. Officious staff. Tardy press conferences.
Like some stellar athletes I just wrote about, this will be my fourth Winter Games. And when my spirit starts to flag, this will be my competitive mantra: What would John Husar do?
John would get the poop ...
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