As I watched a Norwegian win the Olympic decathlon, being crowned ‘world’s best athlete, I was reminded of my dad, Lee.

 He won the silver medal, in the Pentathlon, as the second best athlete in the state, in 1941. 

There was a great newspaper article (which I can’t find, anymore) saying how he showed up late at the hurdles, still eating a sandwich while in the starting blocks.

When asked about it, after winning the race, he said, ‘I was starving cuz I hadn’t had a break since I started the first event, early this morning.’

If he’d finished one place higher in the final event, the mile run, it would have been a gold medal, but silver ain’t bad.

Good job, dad.