on a more positive note, last week Gal Friedman won Israel's first Olympic gold metal. I really wish I could've been watching when the Israeli flag was raised, and the Hatikva (Israel national anthem) played before the whole world. Unfortunately I missed this momentous event, as I was off rafting the Grand Canyon (more on that & pictures later).
From the NY Times:
"Fridman won the gold medal in windsurfing Wednesday afternoon, a victory that sent waves of emotion through his country - joy and pride and great relief. While crowds reveled back in Israel, the Israelis here descended on the little stadium overlooking the sea, the one built just for medal ceremonies.
Few could have envisioned one like this.
Until now, Israel's famous Olympic memory was one of tragedy, the 11 athletes and coaches killed at the 1972 Games in Munich after Palestinian terrorists stormed the Olympic Village and kidnapped them
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In Athens, as the sun set over the little stadium, Fridman entered for his ceremony, wearing a flag over his shoulders. The crowd of Israelis erupted. They had come from every corner of the Olympics to join in the revelry. The tickets needed to enter became the hottest commodity in Athens as his countrymen scrambled to be here.
Inside, the gathering was a mix of Greeks waving flags and chanting, "Hellas! Hellas!" as well as a big group of French partying over a medal in another race and Israelis wrapped in the Star of David. For a while, they spawned their own miniwave, urging each other on.
But once Fridman stepped to the top podium, Israeli pride overwhelmed everything else.
"With everything that Israel is going through, politically and economically, this is a big morale boost," said Ze'ev Feig, 31, of Tel Aviv. "Just look at people's eyes."
Many of those eyes, particularly the older people's, were filled with tears as the Israeli flag was raised and the anthem played for the first time since the country entered an Olympics in 1952.
Fridman sang along, never stopped smiling and took it all in. Afterward, the crowd came down from the seats, dozens piling onto the podium and around it, chanting and crying and taking pictures. For people from a country that lives with terrorism day to day, a country that lives with the memory of Munich, this was a moment they cherished."