Like many of you, I spent Wednesday afternoon watching the Olympic basketball game between the United States and Argentina. And, like many of you, I had no guilt or compunction in rooting for the Argentina despite my nationality. It never even crossed my mind to pull for the Americans.
I was rooting, hoping against hope, for Manu Ginobili, the same way I have the past 13 years, fully aware that I was, in all likelihood watching his final game in Argentina's colors.
That Ginobili and other "Golden Generation" bandmates such as Luis Scola, Andres Nocioni and Carlos Delfino got to thrill us with another encore was a pleasant surprise.