Back in 1968, when I was 12 years old, I spent hours and hours in a grueling high jump competition with Dick Fosbury. Okay, technically, Dick was winning gold at the ’68 Olympics in Mexico City, jumping an insane 7-4 1/4. But in my mind, Dick was doing his revolutionary Fosbury Flop in my back […]
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