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...young jock fighting to overcome shortness of stature, a tendency to hotdog, and a blank-slate mind, Benson gives an engaging performance, sweet without being cloying. As the "older woman"-a senior who is hired by the athletics department to tutor him-Annette O'Toole has the film's best tough talk to handle, and her verbal style contrasts piquantly with her fresh, natural good looks. Finally, there is G.D. Spradlin as the martinet coach to consider. He is not so much a molder of men as a stamp press, mean and implacable. The role may be overwritten...
...opening ceremonies were fairly innocuous, sometimes stirring but mostly boring. The contingents of athletes marched in wearing their hotdog winter stretchsuits littered with racing stripes. The mayor of Sapporo, Japan, where the 1972 Winter Olympics were held, downed a gulp of brandy with the "jolly burgomeister" of Innsbruck And then there were all those panning camera shots of Olympic flags and scenic valley vistas, and above all, whitecapped mountains, gray mountains, jagged mountains piercing blue skies. The next day, ABC said that 30 people had been hospitalized for bruises and broken bones suffered in the crush of people...
...Margaux Hemingway stepped off a plane at New York's La Guardia Airport. Like other immigrants to the Big Apple, she was a little green. She had the blessing of the folks back home in Ketchum, Idaho, a happy disposition and a waiting boy friend. As a "hotdog skier" and sometime soccer player, and with only a year of odd jobs behind her, she did not have the exact skills suited to Manhattan's job market. But her grandfather had been Ernest Hemingway, so she had a well-known name. And though some of the guys...
...decided to go to the lucrative upper-deck trade and challenge the successful students. I went to the upper deck commissary and demanded to sell hotdogs. I hoped to combine the style of Veteran's Stadium fixture Charlie "Hotdog" Frank and the hustle of the nouveau-riche dog-men. Nevertheless, lacking the seniority to sell the high-profit-margin dogs, I settled back to the 35-cent cokes and prayed for an instant heat wave...
When I left the ball park on my final September night, I knew that there was more to vending than walking up and down the aisles. And I knew that next year, if I could keep my hard-earned coke prestige, I could skip over that hotdog...