So, yes: as we may have mentioned a few times today … Chicago will not be hosting the 2016 Olympics. It happened in such a shocking manner — HOW DID WE GET LAST PLACE?!?! — that it left an entire collective at Daley Plaza with mouths agape, jaws on the ground, straight out of a Bugs Bunny cartoon. I’ll admit to being on board with the Olympics being here: sure there were going to be drawbacks, but I love the summer Olympics. Having them here, in my city, would have been exciting — money/commuting/corruption/development issues be damned. As replays of Barack Obama’s speech in Copenhagen replayed on TV today, and images of Chicago accompanied it, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d just been dumped. Yet, this isn’t the Sox losing a World Series title, or Indiana bowing out off a Final Four, or the Bulls getting dropped in the NBA Finals; this is the Olympics, an event that isn’t tied to this city in any way. We didn’t lose a historic building to a fire, or a beloved figure to cancer, we just weren’t granted something that was never ours to begin with. I understand the sad faces today, but I don’t understand them at the same time. Sure, hosting the Olympics would have been cool, but is it really that big a deal? Are we really going to care about this in a couple weeks? Are we going to care about it three years from now, when the 2016 Games are still four years away? Probably not. It’s just one of those things that happens. It was out of our control. It will pass, as all things do. Now go out and enjoy your Olympic-less weekend.

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Everybody’s Blogging For The Weekend: It’s Going To Be OK