Published: 6 Feb 2020
So that is why we had our own private rooting section that Thursday for our 2nd after school practice. Ian and Wayne,(Tom had offered to keep all three boys riding when they got off the school bus), Terry in his wheelchair near the first row of the spectator bleachers, and soon Dr. Ingram and a gentleman we didn’t know approached Ian and Wayne and the four adults began with a round of introductions. Josh and I could see them starting to include Terry in their discussion, and soon Ingrid and her companion were sitting on the end of the bleacher seats next to Terry in his chair. That guy with Ingrid sure looked familiar though.
Our team practice dives were well received and then the individual dives started, with Josh and I going last so we could assist our teammates. Once we were on the low boards we could almost feel the silence in our end of the pool, and a lot of the chatter from the swimmers at the other end of the pool stopped also. We did our routines and asked the other team members to critique our dives just as we had with theirs, and then we began our tandem dives and the noise from Ingrid was amazing. You’d have thought she was one of our groupies and we were a rock band or something. Ian and Wayne were laughing at her but her companion was standing and clapping and sometimes shouting something encouraging.
After practice for us was called, Ian asked our coach and all us divers to come over to the bleachers, he had someone for us all to meet. He turned this all over to Ingrid who he introduced to them all as one of Josh’s doctors and she proudly introduced us all to Greg Louganis, one of the greatest Olympic divers of all time. He had started off with a silver medal in the Montreal Olympics at 16 and ended up with several gold medals over two consecutive Olympic games, most notably the games held in Seoul where he sustained a concussion after hitting his head doing a backflip off the platform, but continued on and the next day won gold again, all this happening just a short time after being diagnosed with HIV.
It was an honor to meet him and both Josh and I were speechless as he praised not only our personal dives, but the great work our teammates were doing on their own dives, it really made us all feel great, and ready for our first meet at the end of the week. Ingrid and Greg left shortly after, but not before Josh and I had a chance to talk to her for a few moments privately about Terry. She told us that she now knew where he had been treated originally and that she had done her surgical residency at that hospital and was sure she would be able to review his records there, but she told us that she too had noticed involuntary movements in his feet and legs and she too was wondering what that was all about, but she wanted to go over his hospital records before making any assumptions and she would be in touch just after the weekend.
Before they took off Greg made it a point to talk to each of us divers for just a few moments each and when he left he told Josh and me we would be seeing him in December, he was going to be mentoring us for our Olympic trials. They were gone seconds later, but Josh and I were still stunned that we would have Greg as our mentor at the trials. His diving career was followed by his activism for gay rights and his mentoring at Olympic events, and his other passion, dog agility, kind of like a dog’s track meet. He’s been married to his spouse Johnny Chaillot since 2013, a better mentor we couldn’t have been assigned.
Once Terry and Jason had been dropped off we went home for our dinner, and Ian and Wayne let us tell Josh’s dad’s our news, about Ingrid looking into Terry’s situation, about how great practice went that afternoon, and about meeting Greg and how he was going to be our mentor at the trials in December. Both Ron and Tom told us how pleased they were for us and that they would be sure not to let anything slip to Mr. Ellis about Ingrid looking into Terry’s case.
Our swim meet on Friday went really well, Jason winning his butterfly heats and taking first all around, and our diving team took first, second and third in almost all our dives, but Josh and my tandem dives pushed us way over the top so our diving team came in first out of the three schools represented there and our swim team came in second all around, with Jason being the only one at this first meet to achieve a first in the butterfly.
Our coaches were very pleased with all our results, as this was just the beginning of the season of meets we would be competing in.
There were some meets our school hadn’t been originally invited to, that because of our strong results in our earlier division meets, we ended up being invited to participate in, and because we were on track to being qualified to participate in our division’s championships at the end of November, and the state finals at the beginning of December, our coaches and advisers nixed those requests, letting those other division teams know that we had to focus on what was coming up for us right now, within our own division.
Our coaches had debated whether to tell us about this, but finally decided that we deserved to know, if for no other reason than to enforce just how much we had gelled as a team, how much it proved how much our team was working together to win. We supported each other, not just the diving squad either, the whole swim team. We all did the diving exercises that Greg had sent to Josh and me and it was truly amazing how much it helped our bunch of 7th and 8th graders in the water and on the boards. We divers worked alongside the swimmers for a portion of every team workout and water practice, it improved our stamina and we were actually good swimmers, but it was our diving as a team that was getting us mentioned, as well as the great efforts of the swimmers, in the press and covered on the TV news.
The crowd for our division championships was huge, probably the biggest crowd for a division championship ever in our state. It became apparent that many wouldn’t be able to sit in the natatorium, so big screen TVs were placed in the high school auditorium and the cafeteria, and parents and actual school students from our schools were allowed into the swim center at the high school and others were offered the alternative seating. At first it was suggested that the big swim center be utilized for this championship meet, but it had already been booked by one of the local smaller colleges for their own meet and it still wouldn’t have been big enough for all the spectators anticipated, so with Terry’s help the middle and high school audio visual clubs banded together and had live video cameras hooked up to show what was going on during the various heats, with the swim teams going first and then the diving squads.
We participants had our own waiting area and bleachers and we could communicate with the other sets of bleachers, but not allowed any physical contact with our friends or family. The section of the big gymnasium with the pool in it was called the natatorium which was connected to the gym area by the locker rooms and shower rooms, so just about two hours before the estimated time for the diving to begin the big gym was opened for us competitors who did floor exercises to enable us to warm up. It was big enough for the five teams to be able to use all at once, and as soon as possible, after the swimmers had completed their final heats, we were allowed onto the pool deck to do our water oriented warm up exercises.
To our huge collective pleasure, our diving coach came into the gym to tell our squad that our swimmers had placed second, but if we pulled off the win we, the diving squad, were expected to pull off, it would mean our team as a whole would win the entire division title, no pressure, right?
Well I can’t say we were all perfect in every one of our dives, but we were pretty darn close to it! It was an amazing afternoon for all of our team as we were awarded the title of Division Champions and presented with our medals and ribbons. Our parents were all beside themselves, but it was really small potatoes compared to the reception we, as a team, were given when we accepted the state championship a few weeks later. That was a special occasion for us. There were busloads of relatives and classmates who made the trip and of course our dads brought our brothers to see us compete. There was a bus hired by the Sargent/Major family to watch us and they had even brought our instructors from the swim center and Phil and Ken had brought their own family of boys to see us, but the best surprise was having Greg Louganis sitting among them all giving us a lot of support.
When it looked like it was going to be a real close call between us and another team, a bit older from the Eastern part of the state, Josh wondered if we should do our 69 dive which we only had practiced in private once we were on the team. I worried that if we faltered we just might lose our team some points, but Josh assured me that we could do it, so just before we were called to perform our final tandem dive we took a few seconds alone and after reassuring each other of our love for each other, and doing a quick meditation exercise to strengthen our mental bond, we climbed up to the top of the 10 meter platform and prepared our dive as the crowd quieted, and then it was just a faint sound of air moving at the top of that platform as I inverted my position and let Josh help pull me into his loving embrace, even if we were facing the wrong way from each other, I relished being in his arms and just as he maneuvered us into position on the edge we gave each other our signal we were ready, we each kissed the other’s pouch of our Speedos and I felt Josh squat down to begin to propel us out and upward to begin our first spin.
We didn’t release our clench until we were under water, and we shared a very quick kiss under there before bobbing up to the thunderous applause and cheering which we had actually heard starting while we were under the water. One newspaper claimed that we were not totally vertical as we entered the water, that we were off by at least a degree and a half, but that our score was perfectly justified regardless. Our coach was there as we pulled ourselves out of the water and he hugged us both right there and then, as soaking wet as we were. He walked us over to the barrier separating us from the spectators, while our teammates surrounded us and they were cheering and giving us “man” hugs as we moved closer to the barrier and there were our dads, our brothers, and Greg, all clapping and giving us huge grins. The young boys were hopping up and down, just as Greg was as they clapped and shouted their congratulations. When a buzzer went off a minute or two later the huge scoreboard lit up with the final standings and scores and Josh and I had earned a 9.5 out of 10 for our score, propelling our entire team to the State Championship.
Our celebration after was fairly brief as Greg was already joining the other Olympic officials and mentors for meetings and such at the trial location in Indianapolis, Indiana, and to meet up with his husband there, but we all had a great dinner together before he left for the airport and we left for home. Our fathers and brothers were treating us like celebrities, and we felt like celebrities at the time, but by the end of our hour and a half drive home we were totally knackered and we were both snoozing by the time we arrived back at the estate, wrapped in each other’s arms again, until our brothers began to poke us awake so we could go in the house to bed.
The next day there were preparations for a banquet being held to honor our whole team put on by our school’s booster club, and it was the day before Terry’s first full examination by Dr. Ingram. We were excited about this as she had had a chance to go over Terry’s hospital file and found some inconsistencies and she wanted to confirm her suspicions so an in person exam was required. This would include a full CT scan and some nerve and muscle manipulation and tons of scans and x-rays. Mr. Ellis had been told only that it was required by his new “insurance” company because of the preexisting condition of Terry, but all costs were covered, as would be Terry after the exam was started. Ingrid promised some results for us before we left for the Olympic trials in ten days.
At home everything went back to normal for a while, in fact, the morning after our celebratory banquet we had to return to school and to make sure our little brothers made it safely into the grade school right next door to our middle school. They had pictures from the Sunday newspaper which showed the whole team and a still photo of Josh and me in mid air during one of our spins. They admitted they had brought them for bragging rights and we told them that we bet everyone, or at least almost everyone, in our town had seen those in the previous day’s newspaper, but if they wanted friends, not to rub those pictures in their faces, let them ask first to see them or ask questions.
We were greeted in the middle school parking lot by a lot of teachers and staff on their way into the building and by a huge banner congratulating the swim team and the diving squad for their championship season hung across the big entry hall. We were besieged by classmates and teachers alike as we moved from class to class and at lunch the whole team sat together and we had a great rundown of our season during our lunches.
The rest of the diving squad and the swimmers were technically out of training now but most of them came to the every other day workouts arranged at the high school pool for Josh and me so we could keep in tip top shape for our trials coming up and on the weekends we were given free access to the Swim Center in town. It was there we were tracked down by Ingrid that first weekend after our championship win. She explained in her usual energetic style that Terry was having nerve reattachment surgery and during that, the upper nerve bundle that controlled the lower body would be untangled and with a few extra small further steps, she hoped to have Terry on his feet by the beginning of the new year. No promises of how graceful he’ll be, but I had been spot on in my initial diagnoses and I had been right, it was primarily a misdiagnosis from the beginning and although a vertebrae had been misaligned, causing the initial cutoff of nerve sensation and muscle control, it was something she felt could be corrected, and the nerve bundles re-aligned and put back in place.
The procedure would take place two days before we left for the trials, the whole family was going and Ian had chartered a jet to take us to Indiana and had hired a stretch SUV to cart us around in while we were there for a long weekend in the middle of December. Before we left for our flight we stopped at the big medical center in Springfield to see Terry who had been operated on the day before in a seven hour procedure headed by Ingrid and helped out by Dr. Chris and another nerve specialist who Ingrid worked with often.
As our group approached Terry’s private room we saw his parents sitting on a bench outside his room crying. We really didn’t know what we expected, but it certainly wasn’t this, and as we walked slowly down the hall, approaching them quietly, not wanting to intrude, but still needing to know what was going on, we realized they were laughing and crying as they hugged and when Mrs. Ellis saw us she jumped up and began hugging all of us, telling us that Terry wiggled his toes, both feet at the same time and he was laughing his head off the whole time the doctor had been tickling his feet. Mr. Ellis got in on the act and began to hug each one of us, including his new bosses. While the adults were yammering out in the hall Josh and I and our brothers all slipped into Terry’s room and he was still moving his feet and wiggling his toes with tears of joy running down his cheeks. “I can feel my feet!!” he exclaimed as we entered closer and he was beaming as we hugged him, relishing his joy and happiness.
Ingrid stopped by his room and told all of us that she was sure that with some physiotherapy he’d be walking soon, and even standing for short periods by New Years, but although she knew everyone wanted him up and about, it was going to take time and effort. He told us after she left that he had real motivation to be up and about by Valentine’s Day, he had a dance to go to with his new boyfriend, Jason, he had just asked him this morning when he stopped by, and Jason was going to help him do his therapy when he got released from here just after the new year.
But like all good friends, he realized we were on our way to the trials and he wished us plenty of luck before we had to go to catch our flight, which we returned to him, assuring him we’d be visiting as soon as we got home.
Ian and Wayne had us at the general aviation terminal in good time and we all went through pre-boarding security with no problems and then we were escorted to the plane out on the tarmac. We were able to carry on our hand held bags as our luggage was being stored in the jet’s cargo hold and we were soon getting settled in the main lounge of the plane. This was really an executive plane with two small bedrooms, a small conference room, a galley kitchen and two restrooms off the main lounge where there was seating for twenty passengers. The crew had separate seating and we were introduced to two stewards who would be accompanying us and taking care of us on our trip out and on the return in four days.
Traveling with us was not only our diving squad coach, but it had been arranged for Phil and Ken to be with Josh and me during the trials, since neither of our dads would be allowed in the area the swimmers and divers were staged at poolside. As it was explained to us, the trials would be run just like one of our swim meets against other schools were. The first round winners would compete in a second round, and then a third round would determine the winners from this smaller group.
We were greeted at our hotel by Greg who took Josh and me and our coaches into a small meeting room to discuss the procedures in more detail and to hash out what dives were mandated and then our freestyle dives and in what order they would be performed as our families got settled into their rooms. Once everything had been hashed out and the program for the next day had been gone over and what was planned for the second round of heats for the divers was planned out for us, with our input of course, Josh and I were excused to begin getting ourselves settled into our own room and settle in for the rest of today before our trials would begin the next day.
It had been arranged for us all to get a tour of the natatorium (swimming and diving building) that afternoon and it was truly inspiring to see the banners and posters around that defined that this wasn’t a school meet, that this was the Olympics dive team we were about to compete for spots on.
What was different here was that we were not competing against other middle school divers, we had divers from all over the country, a very few our age, but a lot of high school, college aged, and others in their twenties or even older to our untrained eyes. Man, some of those guys were real fantasy inspiring guys. It was like being in a roomful of “look but don’t touch” merchandise. Josh and I were bug eyed the whole time we were there. Greg kept our focus on him for most of the time that first day though, as he walked us around to help us get a feel for all the different places we would have to be in during the next four days, although he would be with us most of the time, he also had others to mentor, but I guess they were diving at other times than us, because by the end of the second round Josh and I were his focus.
He told us during one of our longer waits for our own dives to be performed that for some reason he seemed to be more excited than we were. We told him that we had our own way of taking care of stress and we were so attuned to each other, and had been since we had first met, that we helped to calm each other down, maybe he was just missing Johnny. He laughed and said that his husband was joining him at his hotel that evening and he was sure we were right, he’d be a lot calmer tomorrow.
The next days heats were about what Josh and I and our coaches and mentor expected, we had made it through the first two heats and the next morning we placed second in the final heat, after performing our laid out “69” dive which had earned us a 9.7 score in our final tandem dive. We were on the Olympic diving team for the 2020 USA Olympic diving team!! So Josh Maroni and Max Wheeler, 13 years old, almost, from little Granby Mass. had made the team, with just over a year and a half to go before the official start of the Summer games in Tokyo, Japan. It sure started to look like we were about to be made media darlings as well, but with the help of Greg and Ian and Wayne they were pretty much kept at bay and since we did do the occasional interview every now and then, they pretty much left us alone. That first weekend it was even a problem at our hotel and we had to leave several hours early and through the service entrance at that, but the pilot of the private jet Ian had hired had a chance to alter our flight plan and we were home early enough to make a stop at the hospital in Springfield to visit Terry before motoring home.
Our visit with Terry was good for him, as well as us. Yes he was very happy to see us and be able to congratulate us in person, but it made us so happy to see that he could bend his knees and even lift his feet off the surface of the bed. I started to get really humbled when he said it was nowhere like what he had seen us do on TV that weekend at the tryouts, and both Josh and I told him that seeing him able to move his legs, and doing it at his own will, and not just a twitch from nerves trying to repair themselves, was even more impressive to us and we were so happy for him. We told him that when he was ready, whenever that was, that he had free riding at the estate whenever he wanted. You would have thought we had just presented him with a gold medal he was so pleased and then he asked if Jason would be able to accompany him and Ian spoke up and told him that he sure would, whenever they were both ready.
We left there to go home and we all shared dinner and then it was time to make sure we all had our homework done, as we had another week of school left before our Winter vacation started. We were greeted by a whole bus full of cheering students when the school bus stopped to pick us up. Our bus driver got into it also, tooting his horn as we helped our younger brothers onto the bus and there were fist daps as we made our way down the aisle to our seats. As we we were driven to school questions were asked and answered and by the time we dropped our brothers off at the grade school we were wondering just how we were going to handle all the attention at our own school when we walked in and there was another banner just inside the entrance, “Congratulations Max and Josh, You’re Tens in Our Book!!”.
By the end of homeroom period we were asked to meet with our principals in the school offices and it was there we were asked to speak to the entire school about our experiences at the tryouts at an assembly they wanted to do this afternoon. They explained it would help reduce the number number of questions we would be pestered with by everyone else stopping us between classes and during lunch and that this way we’d only have to do the questions and answers once. Since we would only have to do this once, and it would stop us from having to repeat ourselves all the time, we decided to do it, and they gave us a period to write up what we wanted to say during our talk to the school in the auditorium after lunch.
When we had what we wanted to say down, and had even practiced it, taking turns about every other couple of paragraphs, we took it to the office to let the principals look it over. They too started asking us questions, but then they realized what they were doing and we all had a laugh. They let us do a run through of it standing before them and when we were done they told us it was excellent and we should submit it for our end of the year term paper in our shared English class.
When the announcement was made over the PA it was just before lunch and we were allowed to go to the cafeteria to get trays and then return to the office we had been in most of the morning and when the principals came to get us before our talk in the auditorium we were allowed to use the restroom and then escorted into the auditorium.
Our greeting from our audience was enthusiastic and we called on all the members of the swim team to join us on stage along with our coaches. Chairs had been placed behind us as we stood at a podium with our written talk on it and as each team member stepped up on stage we introduced each one until they were all seated and then we publicly thanked them for teaching us what it meant to be a team member and for their support to us all season long. It was our first real opportunity to thank them for sharing the award winning season with us, for without their participation we wouldn’t be up here today.
Then we began our description of our four day trip to the Olympic trials and the result of our competition. We had played our “speech” off each other, trying to make it humorous and to keep their attention, and when we were done, after describing our visit with Terry and encouraging all there to be supportive and helpful to him, we opened the floor to questions. The questions ran from; “What was the plane like?” to “Did we have any medals yet?” and a lot of the teachers wanted to know what Greg was really like and did he still look like he did in the Sports Illustrated article of a few years ago when they had nude pictures of athletes in it. That was an easy one to answer, as we hadn’t ever seen him where he wasn’t fully dressed.
We were just about wrapping it up when someone spoke up and asked what we thought about when we were diving together, and Josh told how we meditated a bit and that way it was easier to share our thoughts so we were in tune before doing a tandem dive, that way, I added, we didn’t have to think, or listen to the crowd, it became instinctive for us to move in tandem and we communicated in gestures and touch.
We received a standing ovation after that and then our principals released the students for our final period of the day, which for Josh and me meant English, where we handed in our joint speech for our final term paper of the semester. Mrs. Fields didn’t hesitate to mark it with a big A+ and slipped it into her grade book.
The rest of our week before break was much more normal for us and members of the swim team still continued to work out and practice with us, and we ended up asking them to join us during break at our house the same days we had been working out at school as our own enclosed pool was supposed to be finished by Friday of this week. The pool had been no problem getting installed, but construction on the enclosure had been delayed a few times by winter storms and thermal glass panels broken in transit. Wayne and Tom had spent a lot of time with potted plants for the enclosure by then and more time furnishing the place after it was fully operational. There hadn’t been enough room for a full 10 meter platform, but there was for the new 7.5 meter one and a shorter 5 meter one(24.7 feet and 16.5 feet respectively). There was also a springboard diving board for those less adventuresome, or more sensible, as Ian put it.
It was on the springboard that we, Josh and I, began letting our brothers try a few dives, and it was so very cute to see the little eight year olds with their life jackets on trying to imitate what Josh and I had been showing them. Bill and Brian also tried to do one of our simpler tandem dives and ended up giggling so much we had to make them blow their noses repeatedly to get all the pool water out of their sinuses, they found that funny too.
By the end of January Terry was walking, with a walker admittedly, but on his own feet. He had stood for the first time on his own in years on the morning of New Year’s Eve, one physio therapist along each side and an audience of his parents, Jason, Josh and me, and Ron who had driven us to the hospital. He had done so well and was so intent on going to the Valentine’s Dance with Jason that he then began to really concentrate on his twice daily therapy sessions and even was doing some form of exercise when he had visitors, as we ourselves observed when we were driven by one of the adults to visit three or four times a week, even Mr. and Mrs. Ellis taking us when they went to visit, often stopping to pick up Jason as well. They told Josh and I once that the budding relationship Terry and Jason had going on was helping their son in ways they, or the doctors, couldn’t, and that they would always be indebted to Jason for caring so deeply for their son, and us for being such good friends.
Our school year was going good for all of us, Terry included. Several students made it a point to help him with his studies and he had two tutors who first worked with him at the hospital, and then at home when he was released in mid January. Josh and I worked with him on his English class assignments and Jason took over the History and Spanish work. Others took care of the other classes and he was right in line with the upper level of his class, Jason’s year, the 7th graders. The Valentine’s dance was open to both grades, so Josh and I double dated with Terry and Jason, Ron and Tom driving us all and even sitting at a separate table at the restaurant we ate at before the dance started. Terry was using just one cane by now, but could stand on his own for some time now. The cane gave him a sense of security while helping him maintain his balance as he walked.
We were enjoying dinner together so much that we had missed the first half hour of the dance, but when we were dropped off at the school we were not the only ones to be a tad late, there were three other couples just arriving and they turned out to be some of the Sargent/ Major clan that rode our bus to school, one boy/girl couple and two boy/boy couples, so we all felt very comfortable walking in.
The dance was quite a bit of fun and both Josh and myself were a bit leery about how it would look as we were obviously partnered, having the same suits on with matching shirts and ties, but here we were just one same sex couple among maybe thirty or more similar couples. The music was good and even Terry and Jason stood to “dance” often, Terry standing and wiggling in time to the music as Jason danced around him, obviously “staking his claim” or marking his territory, so to speak. It really was wonderful seeing the two together. There were a lot of group dances, and some slow numbers where we just cuddled into a dance, no one really leading the other, and Josh and I loved those.
There at the dance it was Terry and Jason’s turn to be in the spotlight, so to speak, as this was the first time Terry had been able to be out and about since getting out of the hospital. He would be returning to classes the upcoming week. But even though he had lots of visitors and help with school work at home, not everyone had been able to see him, and for many it was the first time they had ever seen him standing and he did get teased about just how tall he really was, as he was, upright, just about three or four inches taller than Jason.
The rest of our school year was pretty uneventful, but it was nice to just be “normal” students again, after our hectic fall and winter and then our school year was over and we, Josh and I, were promoted to ninth grade, high school freshmen. We now had two teams to work out with. We went to the high school swim team tryouts, the diving squad obviously, and we made the team along with a few of our teammates from the middle school team along with new students or transfer students to our school. We also had the pleasure of being asked to continue to workout with our former team on alternating days.
We weren’t that much smaller than many of the returning members of the high school swim team. Our constant workouts helped, as did the usual growth spurts we both experienced that summer, but as Josh said one night when we were having a sleepover at his house, at least we were equal in everything now! Our heights had evened off and our bodies were even more built up than ever before, we certainly didn’t look like 13 year olds, but it was mostly lean muscle with some improvement in our thighs and legs and my arm muscles had progressed to the point I was just as strong as Josh in that regard. Once we both had realized this we experimented with a couple of variations in our dives.
We could both now be the catalyst for our favorite tough dive, the 69. I was now strong enough to carry Josh, upside down, to the edge of the upper platform and propel us up out, and to start the first of our spins. Josh liked the idea of us slicing through the air and then stabbing into the water like a knife, but on other dives in tandem, we began to develop vertical and horizontal spins which were not only exciting to watch, but exhilarating for us to do. We were also now both evenly matched in our leg strength so it was easier to do the squat thrusts to get more height and spin to our tumbling dives, which caused some trouble at some of our team meets and even at the division championships at the end of our winning season that freshman year.
Judges had learned from our first attempt at doing a tandem spinning dive off the 10 meter platform. We had counted 6 spins, and the judges disagreed with each other about just how many revolutions we had achieved. Our coach requested that the judges view a video of that dive and play it back in slow motion to get an accurate count for scoring. We were right, we had done the six revolutions crouched in a ball before unwinding and entering the water in perfectly matching straight upright arrows into the pool. The dive earned us a 9.7 and earned our team the high school division championship.
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