Late night on Olympic Boulevard is a quiet and precious time. There are eerie blue lights shining in the sky, a bunch of security guards fighting sleep and a work crew washing down the street and emptying the trash.
It's all in stark contrast to the daytime hustle and bustle, when tens of thousands of fans troop to a dozen venues in hot pursuit of an Olympic moment. Over there, on the right, in the massive Olympic Stadium, quite simply the largest and most stupendous I've ever seen, all is still.
But if you listen hard, you can hear the sound of pumping gas, which keeps the Olympic cauldron ignited. Close your eyes, now, and imagine: You've got the World's Fair of Sports all to yourself.