If the seven wonders of the modern world included was revealed today and included events, I'm one thousand per cent certain that the 2012 London Olympics would be locked in.
I will end this blog by giving you my special moment of an endless number of special moments.
But my most illustrious Olympic heroes of 2012 have to be specifically the magnificent city of London itself and England in general.The illustrious author, Samuel Johnson once said "when you're tired of London, you're tired of life."
Well, I reckon this last two weeks has reinvented this pithy quote.
Because the 2012 Olympics will continue to burn brightly in our collective memories as a highly successful festival of the human spirit and organisational brilliance as well as a tribute to the unique pageantry that England can engender.
The way in which each and every aspect of these Games unfolded in such a seamless, smooth manner suggested that the organisers needed twice as long as they actually had to produce this extravaganza.
I can only assume that the billions that was spent will be worth every penny, not only from a sporting point of view and the undeniable legacy left in place, but also by giving the British Tourist Industry a massive injection of enthusiasm and patronage.
And now to individual highlights.
Of course, every medal New Zealand has won has major significance as do a clutch of efforts that weren't medal producing but all things considered, were just as meritorious.
I love the way that the Olympics draw out that admirable quality within our DNA as a nation of invariably under-promising but then over-delivering.
For a country of roughly the size of Sydney per population, our elite athletes really do deliver big-time.
But marginally, my special memory amongst the magnificent achievements of the likes of Usain Bolt, Michael Phelps, Mo Farah etc. is undoubtedly that of the lithesome David Rudisha slaughtering his 800 metres competition.
That's probably got to do with the fact that I haven't seen this Kenyan run before and wasn't as fully aware of his extraordinary talent as I am now.
To see him run the half-mile as effectively an elongated sprint, giving his rivals no chance in a record-breaking performance and then listen to his modesty after the race was truly uplifting.
My only criticism is not about this triumphant event in particular but the way in which every Olympics at some stage becomes an over-the-top obsession with medal tallies.
Sure, some comparison is inevitable.
But for example, the way in which some sections of our media wallowed in our momentarily heading off Australia in the medal count in the early days of this Olympics developed a cringe factor.
Isn't it preferable to mostly revel in what mighty conquests and resilience are exposed as opposed to the pettiness of bragging about medals?Your thoughts and favourite moments please.