Olympic Gold Guilt
Danny Cerezo
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I cried when, in 1992, the father of UK’s Derek Redmond helped him across the finish line because he couldn’t get there on his own. I cried when I saw a North Korean skater hug a South Korean skater. But I’d never cried for a US medal…until, in 1998, at the Nagano Olympics, we were at the gold medal women’s ice hockey game. When the game ended and the player were all waving to their families and draping the US flag over themselves, I couldn’t help myself. I cried for the team and for my country. The tears came easily.

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