I missed the Olympics. Completely and totally. I did not see a single second of it on television, and I did not read a single line about it in the newspapers. But today I stumbled upon something in the local newspapers that made me quite happy. Nay, ecstatic! Apparently, the last day of the Olympics ended up being an opportunity for sexual release among so many young people in top form. The journalist who witnessed all this wrote something to the effect that she could not be sure about everyone in the Olympic Village, but that the last-day shenanigans involved at least ninety-nine percent of the participants in the games. Brilliant! It is a pity the general public was spared the spectacle, though. The last-day fuck-out could easily become the most appreciated feature of the Olympics.