Today I am also recalling our trip to the 1996 games in Atlanta.
My sister lives in Atlanta, so as a young person seizing an opportunity, my husband and I spent a lot of nights sleeping on an air mattress at her Atlanta apartment. She lived right in the heart of the city on Peachtree Rd, well-connected by public transit and on the doorstep of long-distance running and cycling routes.
But if you want to go to the actual Olympic events, you can't just show up. It was a complex process with a lottery administered by snail mail (it was the 90s!), and we had to submit our entries something like a year in advance. You only chose dates and sessions of the sports you wanted to see, in order of preference for each date--you didn't know which teams or which athletes you'd actually get to watch. You had to provide your payment info and all of your tickets, whatever you ended rip with, would be charged immediately. Everyone in my family signed up for lots of events, so that we could at least be assured of getting SOMEthing!
That "something" ended up being men's and women's soccer, athletics (track and field), women's basketball, and men's and women's gymnastics. And then there was that day we DID just show up at another event, hoping to get our hands on some legit tickets--more on that later.
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