The Olympics have just started, and I can’t wait for them to end.

That’s what I have thought over the years watching the Opening Ceremonies and first few days of the Games.

But not for the reason you may imagine.

I’ve always wanted the Olympics to hurry up and get over so Bud Greenspan could complete his amazing documentaries of the games. After covering the Atlanta and Sydney Olympics, I knew I was missing so much more of what was in my midst.

As I watched the festivities from London over the weekend, I remembered that these are the first Olympics since Greenspan died on Christmas Day 2010.

There’s been quite a hullabaloo over NBC’s insistence on “plausibly live” prime time coverage in the age of instant media. But who’s going to stop the clock hands and tell the stories, timelessly and methodically, to preserve them for the ages?

After two days of the Olympics, the events already have come and gone like a blur, crammed onto multimedia platforms and over-the-air snippets, many seen only fleetingly on an iPad application before something newer, fresher, more compelling comes along.

I admit to being addicted to the ease of watching what I want, when I want, and as it happens. But who’s going to sort through what transpires over the next two weeks, long after the Olympics are over, and help us see the Games in a whole new way?

We’re dearly missing the gifted storytelling of Bud Greenspan, who came in behind the Games to help us understand what happened, and to appreciate why these moments should never be forgotten.