The last I saw of the London Olympics, a bunch of fit pixies in sequined outfits were throwing purple playground balls in the air and hopping around on a mat like kittens on Red Bull.
"Hey, look, synchronized recess!" I said, thumb-surfing past on my way to check out Andrew Luck and the Colts.
So, rhythmic gymnastics, the silliest Olympic sport until whenever they decide to let tiddlywinks in, was my last look at the London Games. Probably not the best jumping-off point to evaluate the whole spangled two weeks.
Here are a few moments I'll take away that are, however:
1. Oscar Pistorius, legless from the fibulas down, making the semifinals of the men's 400 meters.
(A performance, mind you, that defined the Olympic spirit like nothing else in these Games. And, please, no nonsense about how his carbon-fiber blades gave him an advantage over people with, you know, actual feet. You go out and try to run 400 meters in 45 seconds or so on what amounts to stilts, and then come back and tell me what an "advantage" it is).
2. Sir Paul McCartney laying 'em in the ailses with "Hey, Jude" at the marvelously whimsical opening ceremonies, which native British reserve gave way to a wink and an elbow in the ribs.
3. Alex Morgan's header to end one of the best soccer matches I've ever seen, the U.S. women vs. Canada in the Olympic semifinal.
(And, on a related note, Hope Solo going stratospheric not once but twice to tip goals over the crossbar and save our bacon against Japan in the final gold medal match).
4. Andy Roddick and heptathlete Jessica Ennis setting all England alight.
5. Boxer Katie Taylor doing the same thing for Ireland.
6. Listening to people make a bigger deal out of Gabby Douglas' hair than her historic gold-medal performance in the women's all-around.
And, speaking of silliness ....
7. Tuning in the men's road cycling time trial one morning and seeing the three medal winners sitting on -- yes -- actual thrones.
God love the Brits.