A spark glinted in his eye as a thought cavorted with wanton abandon through his brain. It might have been a thought, it might have been the product of a bottle of the New World's finest grape-based product.
"I know," he said. "Why don't we see if, during the course of 2012, we can't do every single one of the Olympic events?"
The spark scuttled from one's eye to the other's.
Everything else was lost.
An idea had been born and they were now its bearers.
"Even the high dive?"
"Even the high dive!"
85 disciplines.
1 calendar year.
1 sporting dogma: To win without swank and lose without grousing.
