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...Kneed in the Guts. Dylan was born in Duluth but spent most of his youth in Hibbing, Minn. He started playing the guitar when he was ten, he says, adding that "the only trouble with playin' guitar is that you can't get the cheerleader girls." He ran away from home at 10, 12, 13, IS, 151) 17 and 18; he was, as he says, "caught an' brought back all but once." In his self-portrait in verse, My Life in a Stolen Minute, he recalls the events of his youth...
...malformed right leg that later required surgery. He still limps when he walks, and his feet are pancake-flat. Back home in Puerto Rico no one thought he would be a ballplayer at all. The Santurce Crabbers kept him sitting on the bench. "That kid was bowlegged and knock-kneed and had one leg shorter than the other," explains Santurce Owner Pete Zorilla. "A nice kid, yes. Full of laughs and fun, sure. But a ballplayer? No." What Cepeda did have was size and a pretty fair batting eye. In 1955, the Giants decided to risk $500 by signing...
...fishing, running bowling alleys, and collecting votes for the Hall of Fame. Yet Musial, his reflexes still sharp and his aging muscles still limber, keeps right on playing leftfield for the Cards with a young man's speed. And each time he uncoils from his familiar, knock-kneed batting crouch to hammer a single over second, he rewrites baseball's record book. Even today, says Los Angeles Dodger Coach Leo Durocher, "there is only one way to pitch to Musial - under the plate." Most of Everything. Seven times National League batting champion (lifetime average: .333), Musial already holds...
...felt like a fighter wearing 16-ounce gloves . . . up against a bare-knuckle slugger who had gouged, kneed, and kicked"--so he writes of his feelings after the "kitchen debate." Of the 1952 campaign he reflects: "The idea of putting Stevenson in the ring with a man like Stalin simply petrified me." The quality the U.S. needs most of in the Cold War is "moral, mental, and physical stamina"; the men who make policy do not require imagination or intelligence so much as "facing up to hard realities." Well-researched, well-briefed, in a word, well-trained, Mr. Nixon battles...
...sound wearied, that is good. I am. But I am also angered. I find it discouraging to read: "Many colleges even give scholarships to talented twirlers." If I and thousands of other kids across the country must compete for scholarships with Pepsodent-smiling, hitch-kicking, dimple-kneed baton twirlers, then maybe I should shave my legs and armpits, put a wiggle in my step and a curve in my blouse, and spend my afternoons twirling a baton...