You are ok to skip this ego trip... just resurrecting some memories.
It started when my mom tried to drown me at age 4, 'cuz I was so ugly, in New River, Lonsdale R.I. I floated to shore and that began my career. As a very shy boy growing up, when I got to high school, in 1951, it had a pool, and I brought my stringy body to the swim team and into some degree of popularity and respect as an athlete.
In 1952, I was third in the nation (backstroke) in HS Swimming, second in 1953, and first in 1954.
That brought interest and offers from 7 colleges, including Yale, Univ. Of Mich., North Carolina, M.I.T and some that I don't remember. The swimmers from Bowdoin invited me to the school in my junior and senior year... and I fell in love with the school. Fortunately my grades were good enough to get into these schools, and all offered me a scholarship.
A little different success in college. While I was first in New England Championships from Junior year on, in the Nationals, 5th, 4th and second. No ratings for freshmen back in those days.
(end of brag)... and end of swim career. Got me through four years of Bowdoin which is now $65,000/yr.
My best friend and swim team breaststroker, who retired as a doctor six years ago, stayed in shape and is still swimming in the Masters. I think he came in third in the over 80 class last year or the year before. He still teases me... Just too much trouble to go to the "Y", and though I'm still in pretty fair shape, too lazy to start in again.
Sheesh... thanks for bringing up the subject and the memories.
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Hey, Jerry1... I'll be watching the Masters for your name.
Good on ye'.