The LA Times has another Olympics story, called Want to Sire an Olympic Hopeful?…, with a humorous look at creating your very own Olympic athlete that you can cheer for in some embarassing way that NBC will be sure to zoom in on way too close and broadcast to the nation for what seems like several painfully long minutes.

<q>The Olympic Games depress me, so I am glad they are over. I don’t need to be reminded every four winters that I married a woman who comes from a family of oafs, which wasn’t capable of producing a gifted athlete, thereby making my children too uncoordinated to win a medal. … It’s not my fault, of course, because I was young and seduced by this woman, never knowing it would end my Olympic dreams.</q>

Steven Bradbury: A mastermind in the sport of short-track speedskating, he was well-positioned in the men’s 1,000 final, way behind the pack, waiting patiently for the other four competitors to wipe out so he could cruise home for the gold. My kind of Olympic champion. The wily Aussie is now forever a part of the sporting lexicon: Whenever an athlete succeeds through nothing more than dumb luck, it’s now called “pulling a Bradbury.”

Wayne Gretzky: He snubbed Patrick Roy, he left Joe Thornton off the roster, he acted like a crazy man during Team Canada news conferences, he wound up winning the gold medal. He pulled a Bradbury.

The LA Times article, A Toast to a Host With the Most has some nice Olympic recaps.