When this Albert Brooks look-alike former investment banker first got his name in the papers by proposing that New York City host the 2012 Olympics, we giggled nervously, assuming the preposterous notion would soon be forgotten. This uppity Doctoroff fellow was clearly just trying to prove that he did, in fact, exist. When his idea became an ominous possibility, Doctoroff ascended from the ranks of the anonymous pathetic to the truly loathsome. Everything about the proposal was insane: the West Side Parking Lot, the security nightmare we'll have to pay for, the stadium subsidy heist, the traffic nightmares that'll begin years before the games show up. Most loathsome of all was Doctoroff's repeated use of 9/11 imagery to guilt trip the IOC. Never mind that nobody went to the Athens games last summer because of the terror threat, here he was trying to lure the Games using terrorist attacks as bait. Doctoroff's bid was never more than a reckless, dishonest, desperate (and, thankfully, failing) attempt to stamp his double Ds in the history books. See you in Paris, Danny."