Word: leggings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...high-speed sprint of the Preakness, but the Belmont and its demanding distance hold a special place of honor among horsemen: "The Test of the Champion." Only a horse in top form and full of racing heart can make the final closing rush for this third and most difficult leg of the Triple Crown. Coastal's triumph over Spectacular Bid, who had an air of invincibility as the day began, will be remembered as one of the great upsets in the sport's history...
...Secretariat, the vagaries of racing luck saw six horses win the first two races of the Triple Crown, only to falter over the 1 ½-mile course of the Belmont Stakes. In 1958 Tim Tarn was leading the field with one-eighth mile to run when he broke his leg. In the 1953 Kentucky Derby, Native Dancer was bumped and then forced to go so far outside that he could have stopped for a mint julep in the clubhouse. He won the Preakness and the Belmont, but his Triple Crown was lost. Nashua, Needles, Damascus, Riva Ridge?the list...
While diving coach John Walker and Bernal enjoyed champagne, cigars and gainers from the high board to celebrate the Eastern victory, the memory of moments like Mike Coglin's breathtaking anchor leg in the 800-yd. freestyle relay on the second night of the Easterns, giving Harvard a .03-second win over favored Princeton, heightened the euphoria...
...stepped out of the bathtub and smithereened a plastic cup lying on the linoleum where, limp-armed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin bright September day: he just back from the war, starched Air Force uniform, two rows of colored ribbons on his chest, bound for glory; she just back from her high-class wartime job in Washington, home to marry the hero. But after the fourth mewling baby, she went to work...
...stepped out of the bathtub and smithereened a plastic cup lying on the linoleum where, limparmed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots...