Anonymous wrote:When my mom was in high school she was set up on a date with a boy from out of town. The boy from out of town stood her up on the date.
Even though he was from a different part of the country, they coincidentally ended up at the same college, so two or three years after he'd stood her up, she was able to ask him directly, "What the hell, dude?" (I'm paraphrasing here: this happened in the late 1950s/early 1960s.)
He laughed it off as no big deal, but it had been a pretty deal for my mom, especially since she wasn't very popular and he was considered something of a catch in terms of being a scholar and an athlete.
Of course she got over it, but it's not the kind of thing you forget, so in 1972 when she saw the news reports about the murdered Israeli athletes at the Munich Olympics she immediately recognized one of them as the boy who had been mean to her 10+ years earlier.
He had moved to Israel after finishing law school in the US and was a weight-lifter on the Israeli team when Black September took them hostage and murdered them.
Not exactly an uplifting story, but totally true.
Anonymous wrote:Ha, yes, my husband, for ping pong. He did not get a medal, and it is not a sexy "sport," but still kind of cool, right?
Anonymous wrote:What sport? Did they do well? What was their life like?