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...next afternoon at the boxing quarterfinals, there was a moment when I realized the Cold War is not only history, it's cold history. In the space of a half hour I saw Jeff Lacy, the American armed robber turned 165-pound contender, stopped by a Russian, then our 201-pound ex-con, Michael Bennett, stopped by the brilliant Cuban, Felix Savon. The crowd was very evenhanded and it wasn't until I was on my way out that I realized I had just watched two of our guys lose to a Russian and a Cuban. We used...
...time I started noticing, only one of them was left, Tatiana Grigorieva, the Australian ?migr?e from Russia. It was down to her against our Stacy Draglia. Tatiana was interesting: She's only been here for a year, only vaulting for three. Maybe she thought she was still a Russian, because she barely noticed that the crowd was going crazy for her. Then she had this Sally Fields moment - they like me! - and started asking them to clap harder before she vaulted. Oof, they lifted her over 5.60m, higher than she's ever gone. So now our Stacy, the world...
...called on both aspects of his background to win three gold medals and lead an underrated U.S. team to an astounding 33 medals in the pool. In a week in which some big fish got reeled in--Australian sensation Ian Thorpe, Dutch wonderboy Pieter van den Hoogenband and the Russian Rocket Alexander Popov each found himself bettered in one race or another--nobody caught Krayzelburg. Indeed, after a rough start, the rest of the U.S. team outswam the favored Australians, who performed before raucous hometown crowds. Swimming is the Olympics in Australia, yet the U.S. medal haul was the biggest...
...didn't seem too convincing an argument when every single one of their seven asses hit the blue mats at some point over the course of the competition. Without Bela and his Romanian discipline, the American cause is hopeless. My blockmate disagrees: "They're normal, healthy chicks, unlike the Russian and Romanian peasant girls. Those gymnasts don't go to school and they just practice all day to escape their misery. I'd choose freedom over a gold medal any day." Whatever. I certainly wouldn't. Gymnastics is all about contortion, stunted growth, hopeless oppression and tears shed...
...with me, ladies and gentlemen, Svetlana Khorkina. Thank God for Russian divas! America could never produce a Dostoyevskian heroine like Khorkina - with her razor sharp hair line, her aquiline features, her glares, her screams, her wails, her brilliant hits and her spectacular crashes. At the team competition, she moped and giggled, smiled and cried, and chewed the scenery so viciously that she almost single-handedly destroyed her team and then brought them roaring back. And if all the drama wasn't enough, the image of her angrily tearing off her silver medal at the end of the night was enough...