Windy City Moniker Could Hurt Chicago’s Olympics Chances
Here’s a fun fact: Chicago is scientifically no more windy than other major American cities. And yet we’re called the Windy City, because hey, it does get windy here, at least anecdotally. I remember when I first got here thinking I would be shielded from the wind downtown by the massive skyline buildings. I assure you this is not the case.
Being called the Windy City is not all that big of a deal, normally, but when it threatens your Olympics bid, that’s when I draw the line. According to Andrew Grenier at NBC Chicago, that’s exactly what it’s doing:
Buried in the 100-page report issued Wednesday by the International Olympic Committee is a tidbit about Chicago’s notorious weather trait. IOC members apparently showed “some concern” that “strongish” winds could disrupt competitions in archery, rowing, canoe, kayaking, tennis and open swimming because average wind strengths increase at mid-afternoon to slightly over 11 m.p.h., the report said.
That 11 m.p.h. thing can’t exactly be scientific, either. Maybe it’s an average, I guess. Either way, this is really stupid. Weather shouldn’t have all that much to do with selecting an Olympics city in the first place, because duh, as long as every athlete is competing in the same conditions, the playing field is level. What’s more, it’s not all that windy here. Not in the summer, anyway. If I lose my chance at crashing the athletes’ village over this, I swear to God, IOC: you will have a debt to pay.



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If you want to have the Olympics in your town, you have to have an Olympic Village. Have to. Otherwise, you’re just another American town with a spring dressed up in international patriotic flair, hoping that some inspection committee falls prey to your wiles.