I Watched the 1992 Winter Olympics Once… and Kristi Yamaguchi Turned Me Into a Fan for Life
I can still picture the exact moment the Winter Olympics clicked for me: a cold evening in 1992, my grandparents black and white TV glow filling the room, and that unmistakable “this is special” feeling hanging in the air. I didn’t know it yet, but I was watching the start of a lifelong tradition. The 1992 Winter Games in Albertville, France felt different from anything I’d seen. The scenery alone—those French Alps backdrops—made every event look like it was happening inside a postcard. But the real hook for me was…
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