I was sitting at about the 60m-to-go mark on the homestretch, dozen rows up. Miller-to-Edwards pass was relatively smooth, but Edwards (from my vantage point) appeared to have to slow down significantly, so she had no momemtum. Arron, on the other hand, took the stick in full flight and she blew by Edwards like she was standing still. Much of it was adrenaline, I'm sure, as was Barber's 6.99 a few minutes earlier. I've rarely heard a stadium go so bonkers.
Train ride back into town was a hoot, with a car packed Tokyo-style full of sweaty bodies belting out La Marseillaise (sp?). I felt like I was in a "Casablanca" rerun. I expected Major Strasser to walk through the train at any minute, shutting it down.