United States at The 2004 Summer Olympics - Volleyball - Beach

Beach

Athlete Event Preliminary round (3) Round of 16 Quarterfinals Semifinals Final Standing
Opposition
Score		 Opposition
Score		 Opposition
Score		 Opposition
Score		 Opposition
Score
Dain Blanton,
Jeff Nygaard		 Men's Prosser – Williams (AUS)
L 0 – 2
Child – Heese (CAN)
L 0 – 2
Heuscher – Kobel (SUI)
L 1 – 2		 Did not advance =19
Dax Holdren,
Stein Metzger		 Men's Schacht – Slack (AUS)
W 2 – 1
Horrem – Maaseide (NOR)
L 1 – 2
Rego – Santos (BRA)
L 0 – 2		 Dieckmann – Reckermann (GER)
W 2 – 1		 Heuscher – Kobel (SUI)
L 0 – 2		 Did not advance =5
Misty May,
Kerri Walsh		 Women's Kusuhara – Tokuno (JPN)
W 2 – 0
Kadijk – Leenstra (NED)
W 2 – 0
Celbová – Nováková (CZE)
W 2 – 0		 Tian – Wang (CHN)
W 2 – 0		 Dumont – Martin (CAN)
W 2 – 0		 McPeak – Youngs (USA)
W 2 – 0		 Bede – Behar (BRA)
W 2 – 0		 1 !
Holly McPeak,
Elaine Youngs		 Women's Glesnes – Maaseide (NOR)
W 2 – 0
Dumont – Martin (CAN)
W 2 – 1
Kuhn – Schnyder (SUI)
W 2 – 1		 Celbová – Nováková (CZE)
W 2 – 0		 Pohl – Rau (GER)
W 2 – 0		 May – Walsh (USA)
L 0 – 2		 Bronze medal
Cook – Sanderson (AUS)
W 2 – 1		 3 !

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