Snoop Dogg was our everyman everywhere all at once. One day he was taking a dunk with Michael Phelps, joking about his lung power; the next he was with Martha Stewart at Versailles, teaching us the difference between “piaffe” and “passage.” For an amateur among experts, his commentary ended up as some of the best of the stretch, with his freestyle riffs voiced over BMX highlights (“you mean he’s two-wheelin’ and dealin’ and gold-medal fulfillin’?”) and out at the Stade de France for the steeplechase (“we’re about to get to dippin’, rippin’, ride and slippin’”).