I walked down to the launch area and, sure enough, four single sculls were racing down the Marina. Muscles rippling, upright postures, eyes fixed on the finish line.
John McCain, move over.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
75, the new 35
Just as Hayley's last boat was getting out of the water at the Long Beach Nationals I vaguely heard the announcer say something about 75 and older. No, it couldn't be.
I walked down to the launch area and, sure enough, four single sculls were racing down the Marina. Muscles rippling, upright postures, eyes fixed on the finish line.
John McCain, move over.
I walked down to the launch area and, sure enough, four single sculls were racing down the Marina. Muscles rippling, upright postures, eyes fixed on the finish line.
John McCain, move over.
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