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...freshman driver Theo Ludwick capped the Harvard comeback with his game-winning goal. Ludwick swam the entire length of the pool while keeping his defender behind him. He then received a nice pass, and put home a strong shot to clinch the game...
...only dimly aware of them. I have a confused memory of being cut from the twisted metal with a huge pair of yellow hydraulic shears, the so-called Jaws of Life, and laid on a stretcher. As they were loading me into the ambulance, Danny O'Sullivan's face swam into focus, looking down at me. "You'd have to be the toughest old bastard I know," he said encouragingly. Give me a break, I said. You used to be in the SAS; you know plenty tougher than me. "Well, toughest old art critic, anyway," he said. That...
...long-jumped 23 ft. 3 in.--2 ft. better than the school record. At 58, Freshley, now a swimmer, no longer needs a hypnotist. Fully conscious, he can visualize heats in advance and see victory. His imagination is usually on target. In a Masters meet last year, he swam the most demanding race in the sport, the 400-m medley, in 6 min. flat, the best time in his 55-to-59 age group. This year he sees himself setting a record in the Seniors 200-m medley...
...1980s. Kennedy; his girlfriend at the time, actress Christina Haag; and their old friends Lynn Weinstein and Billy Straus were vacationing together, communing with the extraordinary gray whales in Magdalena Bay. Now the others were relaxing on the beach, not paying much attention as Kennedy swam farther and farther out into the open sea, well beyond the big lines of breakers rolling toward shore--until the friends suddenly realized they couldn't see him at all. They stood onshore, panicking and scanning the horizon, wondering whether and where and how to go after him. Finally, after a few gut-wrenching...
...without half trying. My daughter can outrun me in a race; no sweat. But they do not savor these victories. I am the father who should not be conquered. One afternoon when I was 14, my father, once a powerful and muscular swimmer, ran out of breath as we swam to a float in Cape Cod Bay. Panting like a hooked fish, he leaned on me as we swam back. My heart sank...