Back to school: Ran “Camp Dad” over the summer for my kids, ages 7 and 4. Didn’t go well because it was too easy to get off schedule. Still, they are now officially “water kids” as both learned to love the backyard pool. School couldn’t start soon enough for me.

Olympics: I’m a fanatic. (Blew a chance to go to the 1976 U.S. Trials as a high jumper with my Morehouse College teammate, hurdler Ed Moses. My social life did me in.) I play the Olympics opening and closing themes, two of the greatest pieces of instrumental music ever composed, every day. I stay up all night, watch every event, and occasionally root against the U.S. as my guilty pleasure. I’m lifting weight with the weightlifters and feeling Sanya and Lolo’s pain. Which brings me to...

Georgia: The country, not the state. Why can’t countries use the Olympics as gladiatorstyle contests instead of dropping bombs and killing innocents? Russia vs. Georgia, Israel vs. Lebanon, North Korea vs. South Korea. Whup dat ass on the field of play where nobody dies.