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...enforce the international oil embargo against Iraq, had upgraded the ship's Threatcon to "bravo," the Navy's second-highest state of alert. So as the Cole steamed into Aden harbor just before noon, maneuvering close to an offshore mooring station where it would refuel, crew members were on deck, armed and at attention. But they missed the threat. Several small boats approached to assist in attaching the Cole's thick 5-in. lines to fixed buoys. At 12:15, a small harbor boat mingling among the moorers pulled alongside. Two men stood upright, and the boat exploded...
...best Will "the Thrill" Clark can hope for is a Bud and a hi-five from a yokel with a beer gut. And while I'm sure that Birdy means well, the deck was stacked against him from birth...
...fact of life in international swimming and little was said about them last week. Of course, the aquatic center, with its temperature-controlled water and air, and the pool itself - 3.3 m deep, with special lane ropes to prevent backwash, two free lanes and a wet deck at the sides to stop waves - are state-of-the-art. "Yes, we are really going fast," said Van den Hoogenband, perhaps tired of the focus on a concrete and tile tank. "It's a nice pool... but personally I train real hard for these Olympics, and the other guys also trained really...
...lose now. But the Thorpedo is special; he's magic. He had the lead, he lost it, he found it again with his very last stroke. Thorpe's swim was, instantly, the greatest in Australian history. As his mates oi-oied, then played a little air guitar on the deck for Hall's listening pleasure, the natatorium rocked with cheers. So did the mansion in Kirribilli, the ranch down in Canberra, the whistle-stop pub on the Indian Pacific line somewhere out in the Great Victoria Desert. A kangaroo looked up and wondered, "What was that...
When you reach the observation deck on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building, the first thing you notice is how quiet it is up there. Without the din of blaring taxi horns and swearing bike messengers, New York City can seem almost tranquil. At least it did to me--and a few dozen tourists--one afternoon last week before I whipped out six walkie-talkies and broke the spell with crackling static and a round of shrill beeps. I felt a little guilty...