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An early-season meet we would travel to was the Mt. Carmel Invitational in San Diego. It was always fun to dump garbage out the back windows of the van and see Ms. Dunn get it all over her car. Then moon that filthy ride. But when we got there, we used the four-persons to a room set-up. Senior year, I was in Logan's room and we were preparing to go to bed when the Olympic opening-ceremonies were on TV. Logan, very much wanting to do well in the race the following morning, argued to turn it off. However, we talked him into watching anyways. We had some good laughs making fun of "And here comes India, Population: A Billion. Athletes competing: 4!" as well as screaming at the announcers because we wanted to know why that one kickboxer from some unknown African country was wearing a loin cloth into the stadium. We also had a good time trying to understand why countries with a single athlete, a boxer, needed an entourage of 7 guys in blazers and tan pants escourting this dude. We never figured these things out but I do know that I ran sub-par the following the day. Logan, however, whooped ass.
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