There’s nothing better than the summer Olympics. Nothing. Listening to Bugler’s Dream, or even Chris Brown’s “Dreamer” from 2008 always gets my blood rushing, just imagining how crazy it must feel to be at that caliber. Someday… someday I will go to an Olympics, most likely as a spectator. Until then, I’ll sit here on my couch, dropping my jaw at perfectly synchronized dives, tragic mistakes, and tear-inducing victories. Go America. Read more














