I had no idea what to expect going into worlds this year. I had been sick, a viral infection which caused my feet to swell up as late as the week before we left for Edmonton. The show must go on, I figured, though.  Let me just say that the people who criticized the city of Edmonton as "dead-monton" were way out of line, particularly the British journalists, who always act as though time starts in their country. Wait a minute (no pun intended), it does! Anyway, someone's head needs to roll in the IAAF for what happened in the second round of the 100m. Imagine you set a new world junior record of 9.97, like the UK's 18 year-old Mark Lewis Francis, only to have it wiped out because the wind-gauge was faulty. Imagine setting a new national record or continental record, as was also the case with some athletes, and having it wiped out by the same error. Maybe at an ordinary meet, but this is the World Championships!  This was the football equivalent of a World Cup goal not scoring because the net had a hole and no-one could verify that the ball had gone in. TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE.  AS for me, well I stunk it up in my individual event despite running under 10 seconds in the final, and I knew I would be in trouble the way I was feeling. I won't go into excuses and details because they really don't matter now, but I will say that I have to strengthen my back significantly to avoid a repeat. That will be an off-season mission.  The best thing to happen in Edmonton as far as I am concerned is a little team from a little country (pop. 1.3 million) getting a bronze medal in the 4 x 100m relay out of nowhere, with a 16 year-old, an 18 year-old, a 21 year-old and a seasoned veteran. Yes! Trinidad and Tobago.  Us! My team! You should have seen it. Warming up for the first round, people were teasing us. By the end of the first round, we were the Cinderella team that everyone was rooting for.