The Sports Illustrated Olympic Daily is published in Salt Lake City and available in event venues and on newsstands for 16 straight days during the 2002 Winter Games. Here are some sights and scenes from today’s edition.

The athletes aren't the only ones making Olympics sacrifices -- just ask Mom and Dad

By Rick Reilly

Sounds cool, doesn't it? Your kid in the Olympics? NBC zoomed in on your beaming mug? A lifetime of Campbell's Chunky commercials all lined up?

But to get your child to the Games, would you ...

... live without your husband for nine years so you and your son can live near his figure skating coach, as Ginny Goebel did for their Tim?

... live in a truck for a year, so you can afford a gymnastics coach for your son, as Frost Townsend did for his Sean?

... move in with your own parents, so you can afford to pay for your daughter's hockey career, as Mike and Susan Mounsey did for their Tara?

Happens every day. Olympic parents trade in their careers, homes and happiness in the hope that someday somebody will give their kid three weeks of free clothes and a dorm room at an Olympics.

Not that the kid would notice.

"I didn't realize it then," says U.S. figure skater Todd Eldredge, 30, "but they sacrificed every day of their lives for me. Took out second and third mortgages. My dad was a fisherman, and he'd work 10-hour days to make enough money. My mom used to drive me two hours each way to Boston, four days a week. Only now do I understand what they went through."

They still live in that two-bedroom house, by the way. What color is the medal for sacrifice?

Japanese immigrant Yuki Ohno closes down his Seattle business for weeks just to be with his son, Apolo, at his short-track events around the world.

Most of the time, all that parent sweat doesn't get their kids to the Olympics at all. And even when it does, it doesn't always end up roses and minicams.

Fran and Francois Lalive of Steamboat Springs, Colo., have spent most of the past three decades tending to and paying for their skiing daughter Caroline's every need. When she made it here, she crashed in the downhill, the combined and the Super G. It was the eighth straight event in Olympic and world championship races that she'd failed to cross the finish line. And still, every race, the Lalives wait at the bottom of the hill, open-armed.

Not that there aren't happy endings.

When Tim Goebel won his bronze in figure skating, he stopped a marching throng of reporters and officials cold when I shouted at him a question about his father, who has lived in a Chicago suburb for nine years without his son and wife, cranking out the paychecks that paid for the career his wife and son chased, first in Cleveland and now in Los Angeles.

"I want to tell you one thing," Goebel said. "This medal belongs just as much to them as it does to me. I wouldn't be here, with this medal around my neck, without them."

Too bad his parents weren't there to hear it. Security wouldn't let them in.