“I myself”: Tatyana McFadden’s amazing journey

When Tatyana McFadden arrived in the United States, she was 6. Until then, she had spent her life in Russia, and most of that in an orphanage, a place so poor they didn’t even have crayons for the children to color with, much less a wheelchair for Tatyana to get around in.

Tatyana was born in St. Petersburg, Russia, with a hole in her spine, a condition known as spina bifida. The operation that should have been done immediately on her wasn’t done for three weeks. It is a miracle, a genuine miracle, that she even lived.

Tatyana spent her first six years using her arms as legs, her hands as feet. When she was six, Deborah McFadden, then an American government official, visited the orphanage. The American woman felt a connection with this little Russian girl. To make a long story short, she brought the little girl to the United States.

When the little girl got to America, of course she spoke only Russian.

“Ya sama,” she said in that language, her first and most memorable words as an American, the words that describe Tatyana McFadden’s extraordinary will, strength and spirit then, and now, so especially apt on a day like Saturday in New Zealand, capping a week in which she won five medals, four gold, at the International Paralympic Committee’s track and field world championships.

“I myself,” is what 6-year-old Tatyana literally said.

Here was destiny, and she had every intention of fulfilling it. Because what she meant in her 6-year-old way, what she and Deborah and everyone who would from then on come to meet Tatyana would now understand, was profoundly clear:  “I can and will do anything and everything.”

If you don’t think these kinds of things happen in our world, you don’t know Tatyana and Deborah McFadden. Or Tatyana’s two younger sisters, Hannah, 15, and Ruthi, 11, the younger two adopted from Albania.

Tatyana, Ruthi and Hannah McFadden in Baltimore // photo courtesy Deborah McFadden

Deborah McFadden, now 54, spent four and a half years in a wheelchair, from ages 23 to 27. A freak virus shut her system down. Intensive therapy helped her to walk again.

“I remember being introduced — when people said, ‘This is my handicapped friend, Debbie.’

“No,” she said. ” ‘I’m Debbie.’ ”

After leaving government service, Deborah ran a highly respected adoption agency. She helped longtime friends of mine, Steve and Jackie Woodward, adopt their beautiful daughter, Layne — who is now 14, who rides horses and hits golf balls 180 yards off the tee and who is the light of her parents’ life —  from Russia.

“She sees beauty in every single human being on the planet,” Jackie Woodward said Friday of Deborah McFadden.

Hannah McFadden is an above-the-knee amputee and a budding track and field and swim star.

Ruthi McFadden is the artistic one in the house — a singer and dancer.

Tatyana has been making headlines since she was a teenager.

She has been an activist arguing for equal access to school athletics for young people with disabilities; her work resulted in landmark legislation in Maryland.

At 15, the youngest member of the U.S. track and field team, she won silver in the category T54 100-meters and bronze in the 200 at the 2004 Paralympic Games in Athens.

At the 2006 world championships, she won the 100 in world-record time; she also won silver in the 200 and 400.

Tatyana McFadden racing on the track // photo courtesy Deborah McFadden

In 2008, at the Beijing Paralympics, she won three silvers and a bronze.

As if all that wasn’t remarkable enough, she won the 2009 Chicago Marathon’s women’s wheelchair race. Last November: the New York Marathon women’s wheelchair division in a time that was six minutes faster than what she had done the year before.

Let’s pause here for a moment. She is both sprint and marathon champion.

Let that sink in.

This week in New Zealand, she won gold in the 200, 400, 800 and 1500, and bronze in the 100.

Her last race, Saturday, was the 400, after which she thanked her coach, and her teammates at the University of Illinois, some of whom are in New Zealand with her, and “my family, who has been supporting me since Day One.”

She said, “It is an honor to win five medals, four golds and a bronze, and represent my country.”

She said, “It has been an amazing journey. I am just very blessed.”

Tatyana McFadden is only 21 years old. So much of her destiny doubtlessly still awaits. Amazing, indeed.

Stolen Olympic medals

Tristan Gale won her gold medal in Salt Lake City in skeleton racing in 2002.

Merrrill Moses won his silver medal in water polo at Beijing in 2008.

Both have had their Olympic medals stolen, Tristan’s just Wednesday, Merrill’s late last month.

What are the odds?

Beyond which — Tristan Gale Geisler, as she is now known, and Merrill Moses are two of the most upstanding and fundamentally decent people you would ever meet.

You know that saying — when bad things happen to good people?

Hopefully this story produces a follow-up — when good things happen to good people because the cops catch the morons and then the morons go to prison for a good long time.

2002 Olympic skeleton gold medalist Tristan Gale Geisler // photo courtesy Tristan Gale Geisler, Brant Feldman

It’s certainly one thing to steal. It’s another to be so stupid that you steal an Olympic medal. Like, where are you going to fence that?

In the case of Tristan’s medal, just to make the situation that much more galling:

The fool, or fools, stole from the house of an Olympic medalist and her U.S. Marine helicopter pilot husband, Capt. Jon Geisler, recently back from deployment in Afghanistan.

They live in Oceanside, Calif., just north of San Diego.

They went out for a noon stroll with their dog, a chocolate lab, Cody. It was while they were out with the dog — for all of 40 minutes — that their house, near the beach, was hit.

Tristan, as anyone who knows her can attest, is not the sort to keep her medal locked up in a safe-deposit box. When she raced in Salt Lake, she had dyed her hair red, white and blue. She loves to study art. She gets all gooey when she tells the story of how she and Jon met. She works in a beachfront coffee shop. She just liked to share the medal with anyone and everyone — kids, friends, groups, whoever.

That’s why she typically kept it in a sock in the junk drawer in their kitchen. “Where it had been just fine,” she said.

They were getting ready to move to a different house, though, and he had put it in a nice case for packing. And there it sat. You couldn’t miss it.

Stolen, along with the medal, were her Olympic ring, diamond engagement ring, computers and some other stuff. The Wii got taken but not the Wii Fit. Go figure.

U.S. Marine Capt. Jon Geisler and Tristan Gale Geisler // photo courtesy Jon Geisler

“I was in Afghanistan all summer long,” Jon Geisler said. “It was a busy summer. I watched our young Americans fighting hard for our country and sacrificing for our country. And now I believe you have young individuals of about the same age doing this — it’s very frustrating.”

He said a moment later,  “My wife’s work — her medal. It breaks my heart,” adding, “It breaks my heart for the people of Utah,” where both he and she grew up.

“I hope that the [Oceanside] police have some kind of leads better than what our detectives have,” Merrill said late Thursday by phone from Italy, where he’s playing water polo.

“Unfortunately, our detectives,” in Manteca, Calif., about 75 miles east of San Francisco, where his parents now live, “believe they know who it is. But they have no proof.”

The Moses home in Manteca was virtually cleaned out on Dec. 28. Merrill had just proposed two days before to his girlfriend, Laura Bailey. He had flown his parents, and her parents, to Jamaica for the celebration. It was glorious. Everyone was happy.

Then again, the Moses home back in California was empty. Which, apparently, someone knew. Because the house was virtually cleaned out of everything of value.

The day they met - Merrill Moses and his now-fiancee, Laura Bailey // photo courtesy Merrill Moses

“My parents are devastated,” he said. “I’m devastated.”

 

The story of the American team that won that medal in 2008 is nothing short of incredible. In 2007, they were what new coach Terry Schroeder called a “dysfunctional family.”  They came together in 2008 to upset Serbia in the Olympic semifinals and, with Moses in goal, win — not settle for — silver. Moses was named to the 2008 all-tournament team.

Moses, meanwhile, is a former college walk-on. He didn’t make the 2004 Olympic team; he was that team’s final cut. That silver 2008 medal came to symbolize, well, everything about his Olympic journey, and — much like Tristan — he loved to take it out and show it around, in particular to kids and to school groups.

The crew at Servite High School in Anaheim, Calif., with Merrill Moses' silver medal // photo courtesy Merrill Moses

Indeed, that’s how he met Laura, at a clinic at Capistrano Valley High School, in California’s Orange County. Her brother, Andrew, was among those there that day. He saw Laura and, ever polite, asked Laura’s mother, Debbie — who was also in the audience — if he could ask Laura out on a date.

“That’s our country’s medal,” he said. “It’s not these people’s medal,” meaning the thieves’, or whoever might have it now.

“The sad part is, as my mom said, I shared it with so many kids. I tried,” he said, “to get them to have their dreams.”

Jerome Singleton, Paralympic champion

South Africa’s Oscar Pistorius, arguably the most famous  cheetah-footed athlete of our time, hadn’t lost in the 100 meters in a major competition since the Athens 2004 Paralympic Games.

Until Wednesday.

Jerome Singleton of the United States out-leaned Pistorius at the tape to win the category T44 100 meters at the International Paralympic Committee track and field world championships in Christchurch, New Zealand.

It’s immediately unclear, of course, how the result plays out for Pistorius. It arguably is the best thing that could have happened to Paralympic sport.

There never has been, really, a great Paralympic rivalry to capture the world’s attention. Now, maybe, there can be one.

It is unequivocally fantastic for the Paralympics and for Pistorius — the “Blade Runner” — that he has emerged as the world-class talent that he is. The logical next step is for the world to see that he is far from alone.

In the same spirit, while Pistorius is an amazing story — Singleton is, too.

2011 T44 100 meters track and field world champ Jerome Singleton // photo: U.S. Paralympics

In a telephone interview as Thursday dawned in New Zealand, Singleton said of Pistorius, “Oscar is a phenomenal athlete. He has broken down barriers for the Paralympic movement. He has opened people’s eyes — that is, if you have a disability, you can take it to the next level …

“Oscar lets you know that you can do better and be better. You can look at the cup as half empty or half full — or always look at it as half full and try to fill it even more.”

Turning the focus to the track, stressing again that he views Pistorius as a “great person” and praising him as the longtime champion, Singleton also said, “Muhammad Ali had Joe Frazier. Larry Byrd had Magic Johnson. Usain Bolt has Tyson Gay,” emphasizing, “In track and field, you want rivalries.”

Like Pistorius, Singleton is 24 years old. Singleton comes from South Carolina. He has an older sister, Shalena, 29, and a younger brother, Anthony, 21. Jerome has earned three university degrees in the past six years, from Morehouse College and Michigan, and in these disciplines: math and applied physics, and industrial and operational engineering.

Singleton won a silver medal at the Beijing Games in the 100, behind Pistorius. Understand — he won silver while going to school in highly demanding fields of study.

Singleton finished school in Ann Arbor in December. Now he gets to train full-time.

Again, and for emphasis — now he can train full-time.

Singleton lost his right foot when he was just a year and a half old, in the wake of a birth defect, he said. His father, also named Jerome, and mother, Jacqueline, stressed the value of hard work and dedication. The son’s high school grade point average was better than a 4.0; he also played high-school football, basketball and ran track.

“Being an amputee, unless I was two times or three times as good as my competitors, [a coach] was always going to choose an able-bodied competitor,” the son says now, his father’s words with him still.

“My dad also said, when you’re a single-legged amputee you’re not going to have the ability to turn as quickly. I was just going to have to work and to work smart.”

Jerome Singleton racing at the 2010 U.S. Paralympic track and field national championships in Miramar, Fla. // photo: Errol Anderson

He ran a smart race Wednesday in what was, by any measure, a great race. All seven finishers crossed in under 12 seconds. Only nine-hundredths of a second separated the first- and fourth-place finishers. Both Singleton and Pistorius were timed in 11.34.

Singleton won because he leaned so hard he fell over the line. “There’s a lot of me that won’t be leaving New Zealand,” he told reporters immediately afterward. “But it was all worth it.”

Pistorius, to his credit, told reporters in New Zealand after the race, referring to Singleton, “He was the better man on the day. He has been improving all the time and he is a champion in the making.”

The 400-meter relay comes Saturday.

The Paralympic Games — in London in 2012. “I brought the worlds back,” Singleton said on the phone. “Now it’s time to bring back the big one.”

Caution and concern after Monday in Moscow

One of the many airplanes inbound Monday for Moscow carried five American long-track speed skaters. They were flying in from Atlanta.

Another plane bound Monday for Moscow carried five more American skaters, along with the U.S. national long-track team coach, a team doctor and team trainer. This group was coming from Holland. They had just been at the 2011 International Skating Union long-track sprint world championships, in a Dutch town called Heerenveen.

As the jet from Holland bore down on Moscow, the captain came on the intercom. Ladies and gentlemen, he said, we’re going to be a little bit delayed in landing. Heavy air traffic, the captain added.

It was more than that, of course. A bomb had gone off minutes beforehand at Moscow’s busiest airport. Later, authorities would call it a suicide bombing, and announce that at least 35 people were dead and 168 wounded.

For those who observe the American Olympic scene, in the days and years to come there almost surely — if regrettably — will be more days like Monday, filled with tense uncertainty. In this instance, that uncertainty played out most intently for those closely connected to U.S. Speedskating.

This story has — at least for the American delegation, and for the moment — the calmest of all possible endings. Everyone in the U.S. delegation is safe and sound.

Nick Pearson, US Speedskating's program coordinator // photo: US Speedskating

Even so, the Moscow bombing underscores the sorts of new and dizzying challenges confronting the U.S. Olympic Committee as well as U.S. sports federation and delegation officials charged — first and foremost — with ensuring the safety and security of their athletes. A bomb in an airport arrivals hall? Who would have thought to worry precisely about that?

Of course, no one back in North America — or, for that matter, in the air, flying from Holland to Moscow — knew immediately Monday what had happened. And that illustrates the real-life and real-time demands of trying to find out what is going on halfway around the world, what kind of risks might be at issue, how to communicate about such matters and, ultimately, what to do — if anything.

The logistics of it all Monday were, in a word, ferocious.

This, though, must be said: With the advantage of hindsight, the way U.S. Speedskating handled it all may be come to be seen as a model. A contingency plan was in place. And technology certainly helped. But, as ever, the value of relationships proved vital.

And, so, too, did a huge dose of common sense, all involved emphasized Tuesday.

When word broke of the Moscow bombing, it was late morning Monday in Ottawa, Canada. Mark Greenwald, U.S. Speedskating’s executive director, a two-time U.S.  Olympian (1988, 1992), was there in a meeting, along with the federation’s marketing and sponsorship director, Tamara Castellano. “We stopped the meeting cold,” Greenwald said.

Meanwhile, U.S. Speedskating’s communications director, Linda Jager, was also in a meeting, along with the federation’s long-track director, Finn Halvorsen; short-track manager, Chris Weaver; and short-track head coach, Jae Su Chun. But they were out west, in the Los Angeles suburbs.

The federation’s office is in Salt Lake City. That’s where another two-time long-track (2002, 2010) Olympic skater Nick Pearson was. His job title now is “program coordinator,” and he proved Monday to be just that — the hub of everything.

Pearson skating the 500 at the 2010 Vancouver Games // photo: Thomas DiNardo - Bella Faccie Sports Media/US Speedskating

“It’s a terrible situation and everyone is trying to do the right thing as they can,” Greenwald said Tuesday, reflecting on the prior 24 hours. “It’s tough when you’re halfway around the world to get information and make well-thought out decisions.”

He added, “We are a team. But speedskating is a small sport. Beyond any team affiliation we’re a family.”

A quick recap of the situation as the news broke:

Seven different federation officials, in three different cities and three different time zones.

Ten American skaters. Five en route to Moscow from Atlanta — three of whom had flown to Atlanta from Salt Lake City, two from Milwaukee. Five more on the flight from Moscow, plus coach, doctor and trainer.

Why Moscow? For a World Cup event there due to begin this coming Friday.

What about Shani Davis, arguably the marquee American skater? Would he be on either flight manifest? No. Davis went back to Salt Lake from Holland, to train for next month’s world all-around championships in Calgary. Brian Hansen, another skater, didn’t travel to Moscow, either.

The airport where the bomb went off is called Domodedovo.

The airport where the flights carrying the Americans were due to land is called Sheremetyevo.

Thus the primary question: Did all the Americans in fact land there?

The first flight was to have landed at 11 in the morning Moscow time. The bomb went off about 4:30 in the afternoon. The second flight was to have landed just after 6 in the evening.

After some scrambling on the phone, it was clear that, yes, both flights landed at Sheremetyevo.

“We didn’t find out about anything until we landed,” the U.S. team coach, Ryan Shimabukuro said, adding, “I turned on my phone and had all these text messages.

“I used half my phone battery letting people know we were okay.”

In a phone interview Tuesday morning, he said, “I was watching the Russian news broadcasts. The pictures they showed were graphic: People dead on the ground. Bloody floors. Bodies being brought on stretchers. Crews trying to assist the wounded. It was a chilling experience.”

Meanwhile, U.S. Speedskating officials also contacted the USOC, whose experienced and ever-calm security director, Larry Buendorf, put them in touch with the American embassy in Moscow. “Just to monitor things to make sure they didn’t escalate to a different level,” he said.

Once they knew everyone in the American delegation was safe over in Moscow, U.S. Speedskating let the athletes’ families know that was the case; the also federation sent an e-mail to its roughly 2,000 members and constituents.

Further, the federation posted to its Twitter feed with a note that made clear the U.S. long-track delegation had arrived safely in Moscow. It did the same on Facebook, adding in that Facebook post, “Our thoughts and prayers are with all those affected by this tragedy in Moscow.”

Some of the U.S. athletes also took to Facebook. Rebekah Bradford wrote on her page, “Team USA safe and sound in Moscow.”

Rebekah Bradford // photo // US Speedskating

Responding to an email request for an interview, she added, “My prayers and thoughts go out to those affected by this tragedy. I am thankful that all the other speedskating teams are safe and accounted for. Thank you, U.S. Speedskating, for getting word out to our family, friends and fans that we are safe and sound.

“I was more concerned for them at that point because I knew I wouldn’t have access to communication until we arrived at the hotel. I feel blessed and grateful. Now it’s time to prepare for a safe and respectful competition.”

There’s been no word yet on whether the World Cup event that brought the American skaters to Moscow will, indeed, go on as planned. Assuming that it does, this last word from Rebekah Bradford, who wrote again after practice Tuesday morning:

“The ice is fast here. I think it’s going to be a good competition.”

Bob Paul – thanks for the memories

Bob Paul’s years as press chief at the U.S. Olympic Committee came well before my time covering the movement.

Even so, when I started on the beat in 1998, he made a point of introducing himself. If I ever needed to know anything about the early years of the USOC, he said, be sure to call. If he didn’t know the answer, he said, maybe he could help point me in the right direction.

Bob died last Friday. He was 93.

Over the last several months, the American Olympic scene has lost the likes of George Steinbrenner, Bud Greenspan, Dorothy Franey Langkop and, now, C. Robert Paul.

It’s worth taking a moment or two, here at what is still the start of this new century, to think back on the incredible span of Olympic history that got us to where we are now, and to some of the people who delivered the USOC to where it is today — indeed, got it to Colorado Springs from New York, from Olympic House on Park Avenue.

Bob Paul is one them, one of the few who was there at the beginning of the modern USOC.

When I was a (much) younger writer, it was not uncommon for editors to be at their desks smoking big fat cigars. Bob was one of those kind of guys.

Mike Moran, who succeeded Bob as the USOC’s spokesman, has written a fantastic tribute to Bob. It’s here, and you can almost smell the cigar smoke.

Reading Mike’s piece, you’ll also laugh out, affectionately, at the stories of how Bob would sleep in his office. Or how, when he would go home, it wasn’t to some place in or around Manhattan — he commuted to Philly.

Or how, when he moved west to Colorado, he still never drove, his wife dropping him off at the office before 7 in the morning in a huge Pontiac Bonneville they had picked up somewhere, then coming back most evenings to pick him up.

Bob was, as I would learn, an amazing story-teller.

Did you know, for instance, that the 1920 Antwerp Olympic gold medal featherweight freestyle match was not only between two Americans but, indeed, an all-Ivy League final? Bob Paul knew. It was among the first stories he told me:

Charles Ackerly, former captain of the Cornell University team, defeated Sam Gerson, the former captain of the Penn team, for the gold medal.

The amazing thing, when you think about it, is not that Bob knew such stories. Of course he did. He was steeped in Olympic and Ivy League lore. To call him “old-school” would be gentle.

The truly amazing thing is that such a man not only could but would leave the East for Colorado Springs to help build up the USOC.

Of course he and the others — Col. F. Don Miller, Baaron Pittenger, Jerry Lace, to name three of the 10 who set out in what might as well have been a covered wagon —  had a mandate. Nonetheless, to do what they did takes vision and a special courage. It took belief in something a lot bigger than the Ivy League.

Here’s how desperate it was for some in that original group of 10. The office manager, James McHugh, one of those who made the trip out from New York, wore a watch on his left arm that was still set to New York time. On his right wrist he wore another watch set to Colorado Springs time. McHugh lasted a year on Mountain time before retreating to the sanctuary and comfort of Nathan’s Famous and Broadway.

Bob Paul, though, persevered. He learned to love the West. After he formally retired from the USOC in 1990, he became its informal archivist, historian and a special assistant to the executive director.

So thanks, Bob, wherever you may be now, however it is this gets to you. The Olympic scene is a lot better because you and the others took an enormous leap of faith.

 

XC skier Kikkan Randall on a roll

Three years ago, Kikkan Randall won her first World Cup race. This was when many around the world could hardly imagine an American winning a World Cup event in cross-country skiing, and for good reason. An American hadn’t done much of note since Bill Koch, and that went way back to the early 1980s. So Randall winning — that was a really, really big deal.

Randall won again this past weekend.

The reality is that Randall, 28, of Anchorage, Alaska, is now good enough that she’s capable of winning anytime she lines it up. She’s consistent enough that her weekend victory shot her to the top of the World Cup sprints points standings.

Perhaps the most profound sign of such progress is the way she talks about it all. She said Monday on the telephone, matter-of-factly, “For me, it has been a steady progression.”

 

American cross-country skier Kikkan Randall, consistently good // photo: Katie Perhai/USSA

 

Cross-country skiing is, like biathlon and Nordic combined, one of those endeavors that takes time, funding and faith to get results.

At the 2010 Vancouver Winter Games, it all came together for the Nordic combined program. Fourteen years after the decision to go all-in, the U.S. won four Olympic medals.

The biathlon program didn’t win any medals in Vancouver — but all signs are pointing in the right direction. For a time last season, Tim Burke wore the yellow jersey emblematic of the tour’s points leader. This year, Susan Dunklee has steadily been moving along in the standings.

Similarly, the U.S. cross-country ski team didn’t win any Vancouver medals.

But — Vancouver was hardly a failure for the program or for Kikkan Randall.

The 2010 Games were her third.

In Salt Lake City, her first Games, she finished 44th in the sprint. In Torino, ninth. In Vancouver, eighth.

Then again, by way of explanation, the 2010 Olympic sprint used the classical style of cross-country skiing; Randall’s best results have come using the freestyle, or skate, form.

So to finish eighth — that was, as Kikkan put it, “an incredible breakthrough.”

During the 2009 season, she took silver in the freestyle sprint race at the world championships.

Before this past weekend she already had been on the podium twice this season. Then, back in Liberec, the Czech Republic, on the same course where she won the 2009 world championships silver, she held off Hanna Falk of Sweden and Celine Brun-Lie of Norway for the win.

During that 2009 race, it snowed. This past weekend, it rained and they had to salt the course.

In 2009, Randall’s strategy was to lead from the front. This time around, she said she sat back just a little bit.

This is how an experienced pro does it — in different conditions and with different strategies.

The difference, of course, is that now we are talking about an American.

It takes a long time to get there. But Americans can get there, too.

“This is something I had in the back of my mind 10 years ago when I seriously committed to being a full-time ski racer,” she said. “I just had this feeling I could do it. It was just an inkling. To now be 10 years forward and be in this position, it’s incredible. It literally is the realization of a dream.”

2020 — fairness in IOC rules?

LAUSANNE, Switzerland — The International Olympic Committee here this week announced a series of seemingly benign rules designed to guide the process by which it will, in 2013, select the city that will stage the 2020 Summer Games.

If 2013 seems a long time away, 2020 seems almost silly. A first-grader would be just about to start his or her junior year in high school by the time the opening ceremony of those 2020 Games rolls around.

That’s how far ahead the IOC works. It has to. The Games, particularly the Summer Games, are a multi-faceted event that involves government, business, volunteers, fans and, of course, athletes. It is further noting the obvious to observe that a Games also requires billions of dollars, among considerable other resources.

The IOC is thus only being practical, indeed judicious, to promulgate rules. The issue at hand is whether these rules,  announced on the occasion of the IOC’s first policy-making executive board meeting of 2011, will indeed prove benign.

Without question, the 2020 rules illustrate just how incredibly differently the IOC can move in the bid and campaign spheres than does FIFA, international soccer’s governing body.

At first glance, the IOC rules would seem innocuous enough.

By the end of this month, the IOC is due to send a letter with the 2020 timelines to the more than 200 national Olympic committees.

A letter is supposed to then go out on May 16 asking for the names of interested cities. Already, the Italian National Olympic Committee has said it will nominate Rome. Other cities that may yet be in the mix: Durban, South Africa; Tokyo; Madrid; Istanbul; Doha, Qatar; Dubai, United Arab Emirates.

A bid from the United States seems unlikely. Not impossible but, at this moment, improbable.

For the first time, a prospective bid city must comply with World Anti-Doping Agency rules and accept the jurisdiction of the Court of Arbitration for Sport.

Then comes the kicker.

Let’s say a prospective bidder wants to stage the 2020 Games outside what the IOC now calls the “normal Olympic Games period,” meaning between July 15 through August 31.

That would-be bid has until July 29, 2011, to tell the IOC it wants to go outside the normal dates.

In turn, the IOC will come back a month later — by Aug. 29 — “regarding WADA compliance, CAS and the proposed dates.”

This is where things might very well get very interesting, a long, long way before the Sept. 7, 2013, vote itself — in Buenos Aires — for the 2020 winner.

In the 2016 bid contest, the IOC allowed Doha to stay in the race for months and gave it solid technical scores but then declined to pass it through to the final round — the so-called “candidature” phase, where cities ultimately go before the voters. The alleged reason: it’s too hot in Qatar.

That didn’t seem to bother FIFA, particularly once the Qataris proved they could cool the stadiums down to temperatures in the high 70s with new technology. And of course Qatar won the 2022 World Cup.

For 2020, these new rules give the IOC the flexibility — that is, if it were so inclined — to cut Doha (or any place, for that matter) much earlier in the process than was the case in the 2016 campaign.

Asked by a Brazilian journalist Thursday about how FIFA and the IOC assess temperatures in Doha, Rogge said at a news conference,

“On the issue of temperature, I think you have to compare apples with apples and pears with pears.

“When Doha, when Qatar was bidding [for 2016], they made the proposal to organize the games at the end of October, beginning of November. The temperature then was much too high. The proposal of FIFA is one of December [and] January, when the temperature is lower, so there is no discrepancy between the two. I don’t think that FIFA would consider to organize the games in October, November …”

Well, not really. The Qatar proposal was, like all the other 2022 proposals, for mid-summer. Which the IOC president was gently reminded of a few moments later.

To his credit, he immediately acknowledged he had misspoken:

“It is true … that the original foreseen dates of the FIFA World Cup for 2022 was mid-June, end of July, something like that, which is the traditional date of the FIFA World Cup. That is what is in the documents. FIFA followed it on the basis of this period with air-conditioned venues.

Then I think it was started with Franz Beckenbauer, who spoke first about the winter, and the whole discussion came about the winter. More I can not say. This is definitely not an issue for the IOC. I will not intervene into that. The issue for the IOC was different.

“The [2016] dates were end of October, November, which were still considered as being too hot for the athletes but also being also some type of hindrance for the international sporting calendar, and then ultimately we said no.

“The situation might be reviewed by an exception granted by the executive committee but ultimately the IOC will always want to have the Games to be organized in ideal climactic conditions. There’s no way we are going to jeopardize the health of the athletes.”

It’s far from clear that the IOC is truly after “ideal” climactic conditions. I don’t remember that being the case in hot and steamy Athens or Beijing. For that matter, I don’t remember the weather in Vancouver being “ideal.”

The issue is whether Doha, Dubai and other non-traditional bid candidates that are technically capable of staging the Games are going to get the chance to make their case — to get the opportunity to go before the voters. That’s what’s at stake.

Time will tell.

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As the Associated Press reported, the U.S. Olympic Committee and IOC opened talks here Tuesday in Lausanne in a bid to resolve a long-running dispute over the USOC’s share of certain revenue shares.

The USOC delegation went home almost immediately afterward. At Thursday’s news conference, Rogge called Tuesday’s meetings “very constructive,” and said, emphasizing that he was not giving a deadline, “I expect this to be solved much faster than was originally anticipated.”

All that is to the good. The sooner the better, frankly.

On Thursday, as far as the AP’s Steve Wilson and I could tell, he and I were the only Americans in or around the Chateau de Vidy, the IOC headquarters. Steve, who has been a good friend for a dozen years, is based overseas. So, apparently, the only American who actually lives in the United States and who was here at Vidy on Thursday was me.

Which is surely some sort of sad comment on the scope and nature of the relationship the United States of America has at this moment in time with the International Olympic Committee.

Rulon Gardner’s (increasingly slimmer) profile of courage

Rulon Gardner has always displayed courage larger than life.

Being larger than life — that, it seems, is now the problem.

The man weighs — or, to be more accurate, when he weighed in recently for his initial appearance on “The Biggest Loser” on NBC — 474 pounds.

Even for a big man, and Rulon is a big man, that is way too big.

Nobody should weigh nearly a quarter of a ton.

Weighing in at 474 pounds, some 200 more than his Olympic wrestling days // photo: NBC

That is obscene. For an Olympic champion — indeed, one of the most amazing American Olympic champions of our times, that is all the more so.

Which is why Rulon, who is now 39, who said Friday he wants to live ’til he is 100, deserves extraordinary credit for acknowledging his problem and resolving to do something about it while he can. That’s called courage.

In the six years since he won bronze in Athens in 2004, his second medal in Greco-Roman wrestling, Rulon said Friday in a conference call with reporters, “I had allowed myself to enjoy the fruits of life and not be accountable for it.”

He also said, “It came down to lower self-esteem and, I hate to say it, but … depression.”

It takes real courage to acknowledge that kind of stuff.

No one could be more down on reality TV than I am. Reality TV is stupid. Historians will look back on our fascination with the likes of “Survivor” and the Kardashian women and wonder why so many of us in these first years of the 21st century were apparently eager not only to be couch potatoes but vacuous morons.

That said, Rulon had a point when he was asked why he couldn’t have just gone to the gym to lose weight.

Because, he said, being on reality TV was going to help keep him accountable.  And it finally dawned on him last summer that he had to take stock. This, he said, was when he was being inducted into the wrestling hall of fame, his tux didn’t fit, he finally squeezed into something he could wear, they had the ceremony and a nice dinner and, afterward, he and his wife, Kamie, went out for fast food.

“More like I had fast food and she went with me,” he said, and as he and she sat in bed and watched on TV the ceremony they had attended that night, he literally did not recognize himself on the screen. He had gotten that big.

He got up from the bed. “I looked in the mirror and said, ‘Holy cow, you are so physically unhealthy, you are so obese.’ ”

This, he said, is how bad it had become, Rulon never one for pulling punches:  “Through my weight gain, I was almost embarrassed to be intimate with my wife … to have the confidence to be intimate with my wife.”

Again, Rulon has lived a life that is large in the telling.

To recap just some of the highlights:

A gold medal in Sydney in 2000 over Russia’s Alexander Karelin, who hadn’t lost in more than a dozen years. The bronze in Athens in 2004.

In 2002 Rulon had to have a toe amputated after suffering frostbite. He had gotten stranded during a wilderness snowmobile trip.

In 2004 he got hit by a car while riding his motorcycle.

In 2007 he and two others were aboard a small plane that crashed into Lake Powell. They survived the impact, then had to swim in water that was said to be about 44 degrees Fahrenheit for more than an hour. After reaching shore, they then had to make it through the night — no shelter or fire — as the temperature dropped to 28 degrees. In the morning, a fisherman found them.

All that has taken courage to get through.

This, though — this is by far the toughest. Because this isn’t Rulon against Alexander Karelin, or Rulon against Mother Nature. This is Rulon against himself.

When he wrestled in 2000 in Sydney, Rulon weighed 286. In Athens, 264 1/2.

Reality TV is so, so stupid. That said, Rulon lost 32 pounds during the first week of “The Biggest Loser.” So if that’s what it takes to get Rulon to lose 200 pounds, and if he can do it, and keep it off for good — good for him, and what a great example for everyone.

You know how much he really wants to weigh? He wants to drop more than 300 pounds. Down to 150.

He wants to be more like — well, me. He wants to be a scrawny — er, toned — sportswriter. “Everyone thinks being big and strong is the best way to be,” he said. “In my mind I always pictured being 150 pounds as being the best way to be.”

Let’s see. Buff sports scribe or “big and strong”? Which is the “best way to be”?

Call me when you get to 150, Rulon. We’ll compare abs. My money is on you. In the meantime: let us all admire your (slimmer by the day) profile of courage.

Volleyball legend Mike O’Hara — he leaves you breathless

They like to call the Manhattan Beach Open the Wimbledon of beach volleyball.

That makes Mike O’Hara some kind of stud, because he won the thing five times in a row, including the inaugural open in 1960.

And there’s so, so much more to Mike O’Hara’s story.  Everyone should lead a life so interesting — then and now, especially now, at age 78, because he just keeps going. He just published his latest book — “Volleyball: Fastest Growing Sport in the World!”

In case you might miss the point, here’s the subtitle to the book: “The Basic Guide to the Sport Challenging Soccer.”

1964 U.S. volleyball Olympian Mike O'Hara speaking to the San Fernando Valley Kiwanis Service Club. His 2011 efforts include plans to develop inexpensive sand or dirt volleyball courts worldwide // photo: O'Hara family

Another of Mike’s books, so you should know, was updated in 2004. It’s all about prostate cancer, which Mike was diagnosed with in his late 60s. He’s doing just great, and if you’d like to know just how great, it’s all there in the book — how, in typical Mike fashion, he studied up, educated himself, made some decisions and moved on, no regrets, onto the next challenge.

That’s Mike. No regrets and what’s next?

Early 1960s big-time volleyball, and Miss California in the middle. Right to left: Mike O'Hara, Mike Bright, Gene Selznick, Ron Lang // photo: O'Hara family

Born in Texas, Mike moved to California when he was just a kid. He grew up near the beach and went to Santa Monica High School. In tenth grade he was all of 4 feet, 10 inches tall. Over the next 18 months he grew 17 inches. By the time he got to college, he was 6-feet-4.

He started at Santa Monica City College, then transferred to UCLA where, naturally enough, he was interested in basketball. The relatively new coach at UCLA happened to be a gentleman named John Wooden. Mr. Wooden was intrigued in a specimen who stood 6-4. But not interested enough because the young man had only two years of eligibility remaining.

So Mike took up volleyball. “It was like being in the desert all my life and suddenly I found a magic waterfall,” he says now of not only how good he got but how much he loved the game.

Mike O'Hara spiking for the United States at the 1964 Summer Games // photo: O'Hara family

In 1953, Mike and the rest of his Delta Tau Delta fraternity intramural championship volleyball team talked the UCLA athletic director, Wilbur Johns, into letting them represent the university at the national collegiate volleyball championships — which the boys had to get to in Omaha, Neb., all by themselves. They roped the championship trophy to the roof of their car to get it back to Westwood.

Johns thereupon made men’s volleyball a varsity sport. The next year the Bruins road-tripped it to Tucson. Again, they came back with the national championship trophy.

In 1959, Mike played on the gold medal-winning U.S. national team at the Pan American Game. He played at the 1964 Tokyo Olympics, on the American team at volleyball’s first appearance at the Summer Games.

Outdoors, at the beach, he teamed with Mike Bright to dominate at Manhattan Beach — showing the kind of versatility that Karch Kiraly would show a generation later.

Mike helped organize the 1984 Olympics in L.A.

President Reagan and the First Lady receive an Olympic mural at the White House from 1984 Los Angeles Games organizing committee officials Bob Fitzpatrick and Mike O'Hara // photo: O'Hara family

He helped develop the American Basketball Assn, — he can regale you with hugely entertaining tales about the Kentucky Colonels of the ABA — as well as the World Hockey Assn. and professional track.

The rally scoring system that’s now an essential feature of volleyball worldwide? That was Mike’s idea.

Oh, there’s more. Of course there is.

Mike has deservedly been made a member of various volleyball halls of fame.

Mike has done extensive on-camera broadcast work.

Mike O'Hara and Ted Turner at the 1986 Goodwill Games in Moscow // photo: O'Hara family

And he worked closely for years with Art Linkletter, helping the TV personality with various business ventures. The two became not just professional colleagues — they were close friends before Art’s death, at age 97, last May.

At a lunch celebrating Art’s 96th birthday, Mike was telling Art how something Art had once said to him had changed his life.

What, Art said, was that?

Well, Mike said, you told me, find something you like to do — because then you really never work another day in your life.

Art paused. He said, I’ve thought about that. There’s more to it.

Mike said, what do you mean?

My new philosophy, Art said, is this: What’s important in life is not how many breaths you take. It’s how many times life makes you breathless.