I lost to Nick Matthew in the gold medal match in the men's and Peter Barker won bronze, making it a clean sweep of English medals.
Was it Erraid Davies, Scotland's youngest ever competitor (and the youngest at these Games) storming into the history books to win a Bronze medal in the SB9 100 metres Breaststroke? Jazz Carlin winning Wales' first gold in the pool for forty years? The amazing emerging talent of 16 year old Claudia Frangapane, scooping no less than 4 gold medals? Whirling dervishes in tartan? Usain Bolt clowning with the 'crazy' Hampden crowd? Kylie meets Lulu? Thousands singing in the rain with the Big Big Sing on Glasgow Green? All of those nailed Glasgow's 'best ever' hosting of the 'friendly games'.
For one and a half seconds, two at most, on Saturday evening, in front of thousands, Englishman Danny Talbot felt a rare sensation, experienced by very few men - that of being level, shoulder to shoulder, on the running track, with Usain Bolt.
After Bolt's experience in Glasgow he might well decide it's just not worth risking a casual chat with a journalist, or even making a joke for fear it be twisted. If that were to happen he will become what every sports journalist loathes: someone who trots out the same, safe, coached clichés which offer neither insight nor entertainment.
Today, Usain Bolt will compete in the 100m relay for Jamaica in his first ever Commonwealth Games. As the fastest man in the world, he is one of Jamaica's most famous exports, alongside the country's glorious, sun kissed beaches that thousands travel to every year. But my trip to the small island in the Caribbean with UNICEF was to see a very different way of life.
There's something a bit Faustian about World Cup sponsorship. Highly successful, ambitious companies enter into a partnership with the all-powerful but morally suspect Fifa. Profits are guaranteed but there are strings attached...
Like Spike Lee's aptly titled movie, 'Get on the Bus', I've decided to examine the random characters I always come across on my weekday commute home from making an honest buck. I say honest buck. I mean expenses only internship. (Just kidding London360, I love ya really).
It is at times like this that I am happy to play a sport which involves a consequential skill element. No drug can make a squash player hit better shots.
I am not competent enough to speak about the legacy that will survive Mandela. Nor am I versed in the study of politics to fully appreciate just how extraordinary Mandela's achievements have been. I am qualified to call Mandela one of the most iconic figures of our time and perhaps the 20th century's foremost actor for egalitarianism and liberation.
As the last of the Autumn leaves fall and memories of London 2012 start to recede, various highlights will surely remain such as the unexpected tears of Sir Chris Hoy, perhaps. Or maybe the exhilaration of the Mobot moment.
I found it quite difficult to attack a friend with a sword, even if it was a faux one, and I think really, this can only be a good thing.
Pictures of Usain Bolt celebrating his Olympic success by partying in East London brought to mind some questions about alcohol's effects on exercise. Obviously, Bolt didn't indulge until he'd addressed the small matter of Olympic domination... So what's the final word on alcohol and exercise?
Jamaican culture is drenched here, from the slang we use, often without acknowledging or respecting its origins, the style of which we wear our clothes, the food we eat and the influence on the music we claim as our own.
Meanwhile on the campaign trail for squash's inclusion in the Olympics, Ben Dirs, a BBC blogger, wrote a chirpy little article on synchronised swimming and how he feels sorry for squash players. He had an interesting point. These swimmers undoubtedly work so hard, but how accessible a sport is it? Is synchronised swimming a sport even?
Whilst I am delighted that the football season is back in business, I cannot stop thinking about the magical 16 days of sport that we had the privilege of hosting in our country's capital.
The world's athletes and dignatories, the volunteers and media have all gone home.