Orphan Sports
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The morning of July 31st I was feeling at loose ends because it was one of the first days of the summer that I did not have to get up for swim practice at 6 AM. No more practices, no more Saturday morning meets, and no more chlorine soaked towels. Normally this is a good feeling. I get to sleep a little later each morning, but this year was different. I was feeling ambivalent. Other years I have known that the routine would begin all over again in the spring, but no longer. This was my last year, next year I would be too old to swim in the League.
When I came downstairs my parents handed me a copy of that days Style Section of the Washington Post. There was an article in the Kid's Post that morning, a "Sports Round-Up," brief paragraphs about various sporting events around the world that week and the author's feelings about them. One of those paragraphs was about the World Swimming Championships being held in Spain...