Twenty years ago today, my friends and I arrived in Atlanta around 9 a.m. for our first Olympic experience.
We had tickets to a baseball game between the U.S. and Australia at old Fulton County Stadium. I was 20, and I remember thinking it was going to be cool to tell people I had been to the Olympics. The Olympics are always historic, I thought.
But July 27, 1996, began with the bad kind of history.
RIO 2016: Portraits of Team USA athletes
We left for Atlanta that morning without turning on the TV or listening to the radio.