The Olympics in Chicago

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I gotta admit. I’m on the fence about this – leaning towards “not here”. I don’t even watch the Olympics when they are on TV. I know at one point, it was a rounding swell of national pride – but is it still that way? Who are the Olympians of today? And do we really want all the traffic, all the heightened security, all the people that come with the Olympics?

Let’s break it down after the jump.

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I gotta admit. I’m on the fence about this – leaning towards “not here”. I don’t even watch the Olympics when they are on TV. I know at one point, it was a rounding swell of national pride – but is it still that way? Who are the Olympians of today? And do we really want all the traffic, all the heightened security, all the people that come with the Olympics?

Let’s break it down after the jump.

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In LA – international visitors got to span out over 150 square miles (that’s how big LA is – really. Everything is 45 mintues away, not really because of traffic, but because it is 30 miles away from where you are at any given point in time). In Chicago – you have to pack thousands upon thousands upon thousands of people into 3 square miles. Imagine everyone packed inside the Loop. Imagine Japanese people shoving themselves into the “el” with you during your morning commute for 2 weeks. No more “this train is full” – those people are used to being shoved – by someone else no less – into more packed trains. And buses. And on top of that, they spent a couple thousand dollars to visit our darling city – I don’t blame them for shoving themselves onto a train with me.

In LA – you have the opportunity to see Mann’s Chinese Theater and the Hollywood sign… In Chicago…. you get a Filene’s Basement and a Water Tower place.

In LA – you can do a tour bus of star’s houses. In Chicago? You can get a tour of all the bloodiest mob deaths of all time.

In LA – you can visit the locations of many famous movie shots – and take your picture there. In Chicago… You can find the cross-streets from the Matrix movies, and realize that that’s not what it looks like at all in the movies.

In LA – you can get a soy latte. Ok – so you can do that here too.

In LA – you are out of my hair, and I don’t have to fight you when I decide to go to work. In Chicago – you’re making greedy business owners greedier when they bump up their prices because the “Olympics are in town.” I would be crazy to think that the corner grill where I can currently get a burger for about $2 with fries is still going to do that for the 2 weeks they are going to be here… It’s like buying water at Lollapalooza – fucking expensive.

Maybe I’m missing something something. Sure, money. It’s all about the money. The green. The cabbage. The cheese. The Kraft Singles. The Benjamins. The slims. The dollars. The jacks. The tens. The hundys. The buntz. The yak. The tree. The trim. The honcho. The greennacks. The yettles. The tontz. The weed.

But at what point does Chicago start looking llike a whore with all of this pushing to get the Olympics to come here? Personally, I don’t want to be a whore. To an Olympic Commission, or even my own pimp.

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