Yep, I’m a sap for it. The National Anthems, the group hugs among competitors, the moments of nobility and selflessness. I cry whenever they play the Star-Spangled Banner - ball games, yep; Olympics, you bet. So you gotta know I’m there for the “thrill of victory, agony of defeat” stuff.
Here’s some I’ve gleaned:
When the Romanian women’s gymnastics team received their Gold Medals and they played their national anthem, NBC closed in on the face of one of the Romanians. She kept her eyes fixed on her flag, her face utterly composed, while tears streamed down her face. I wondered if she would wipe them away - she didn’t, she just let them fall. What a pure moment.
When Aaron Piersol was briefly stripped of his Gold Medal, Markus Rogan, who stood to benefit, clearly could be heard urging him to protest. Later, NBC quoted Rogan as saying he didn’t know if he could have accepted the Gold.
The few seconds when Paul Hamm did not yet realize he had won the Gold on his last event, when his trainers were going nuts. They didn’t know what to do, they were so beside themselves.
There are a bunch more, but listing them would require me doing research to figure out what the events were (women’s 4-by-something relay? Great squeals from three of the Americans while the fourth was coming in for the Gold. What was the event? Who was that swimmer? I’m to lazy to google, but another great scene of unedited enthusiasm)