Word: coldness
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Bobby Kennedy--out of self-absorption, recklessness, fear of cowardice, idealism or sheer nervous energy--was a headlong plunger all his life. Toward the end of it, in June 1967, on a rafting trip down cold rapids in the Grand Canyon, Kennedy defied the river guides, who thought it was too dangerous, and threw himself into the white water to tumble wildly down through a slalom of rocks. He did this kind of thing all the time. What was he trying to prove...
...teammates. He talks about the Lakers, the Dodgers, whatever. He talks about the NASDAQ. His degree is in finance. "So, do you think I look Russian?" he suddenly asks. His hair is blond. His eyes are blue. He could be featured on one of those Soviet posters of the Cold War, staring ahead toward the end of the latest five-year plan. Yes, he looks Russian. Very Russian. "Oh," he says, "most people are surprised when they hear I'm from Odessa. They think I'm Californian...
...BLOOD DOPING In 1972 Dr. Bjorn Ekblom of Stockholm's Institute of Gymnastics and Sports drew a quart of blood from each of four athletes, removed the red cells and put them in cold storage. He reinfused the cells a month later and found that his subjects' increased oxygen-carrying capacity allowed them to run as much as 25% longer on a treadmill before reaching exhaustion. Blood doping was born. In 1984 U.S. Olympic cycling team coach Eddie Borysewicz set up a back-alley clinic in a Los Angeles motel room. Four of the seven athletes who doped won medals...
These Olympics, like those that preceded them, are conducted in the spirit of fair play and sportsmanship--at least until the competition starts. Everything was a grudge match in the cold war days, when, for the U.S., winning against the Russians and their vassals was a patriotic duty. Now it's much more complicated. Russia is pathetic. Nobody has it in for the Lithuanians--but one can learn...
...tried to run away from home with nothing but a Baggie full of cheese and crackers. When I was 22, I moved on a whim to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, to live with a guy who worked on a party boat. Just four years ago, I cold-called my way into a job at TIME. But I think corporate life may be making me soft. These days, I can't even drop a letter in a corner mailbox without double checking to make sure it went down the chute...