Word: winterizer
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Winter Games disrupted by winter weather can still be warm, then an American skier can win the downhill and twins can finish 1-2 in the men's slalom. If, when asked what the victory means to him, Downhiller Bill Johnson says, "Millions, we're talking millions here," this is not the whole story...
...Jeff Jost rode U.S.A. I to fifth place, behind G.D.R. I, G.D.R. II, Swiss I and Swiss II, and ahead of both Russian "cigarskis." While the U.S. took less glory and spread it around better (in 1980, Speedskater Eric Heiden was the only individual champion), the Winter Games continue to be something of a match race between East Germany and the U.S.S.R. A pretty good team unto themselves, four comely East German women, especially Karin Enke and Andrea Schöne, shared most of the speedskating podiums and nine medals...
Europeans may find it hard to swallow, but an American newcomer whose name kept slipping out of the mind as the season began (Jim Johnson? Bill Jones?) won the most dramatic event of the Winter gambols, and all three women's race winners were known only to journalists who traveled the World Cup circuit. Armstrong was obscure, but so was Paoletta Magoni, 19, an Italian who won the slalom when half the women entered fell or missed gates in a thick fog. And Ursula Konzett, a 24-year-old Liechtensteiner, took the bronze. The only known quantity here...
...Wenzel, Hanni's brother, was a star. The big roar of applause was not for Julen or Wenzel, however. It was for Yugoslav Jure Franko, the tall, good-looking G.S. specialist who won the silver, the first medal of any kind the Yugoslavs had ever won in a Winter Olympics. The 21-year-old Franko is less well known than Yugoslav Slalom Stars Bojan Krizaj and Boris Strel, who finished ninth and fifth, but Franko's performance was no real surprise. He ranked fifth in G.S. World Cup points coming into Sarajevo. A silver won by an ordinary...
...valley just below the stadium where the Olympic flame burns, it spreads like the curved wing of a dove .... stretched out over the snow. Inside, there are comfortable wooden seats, polite ushers and concession stands that sell chocolate and local brandy, a better fix against a winter night than popcorn and beer. Yet to hear of the doings in the figure-skating competition that took place in this outwardly cheerful spot last week was to confuse sport with war dispatches. There were hints of dark intrigue ind geopolitical vote swapping. East met West, West met West, East met East...