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544                                     Jack Fritscher, Ph.D.
            Arnold Strong, always was and always will be based on his delts and not
            his diction. He and other sports-to-movies jocks are like the tone-deaf
            dancer in A Chorus Line. She doesn’t need to sing. Her body itself has
            “men cuming in their pants.” Her pigtailed counterpart affirms the body
            as exhibit: tits and ass. The body is the one singular sensation, sensed in
            the athlete’s body and sensed in the sports fan’s head.
               Every man wants an athletic body. Lots of men want athletes’ bodies.
            Back in the 1950s when Elroy “Crazy Legs” Hirsch was America’s football
            idol, after one particularly rousing game, the fans streamed onto the field
            and literally tore Hirsch’s uniform off for souvenirs: jersey, cleats, socks,
            everything, pad by pad, strap by sweaty strap. Hirsch escaped in a shred
            of jock. He is also remembered for one of his three movie roles. The
            film, a 1955 classic, was Unchained. Its main title theme was “Unchained
               Norman Lear’s short-lived sit-com All That Glitters featured a pro-
            fessional baseball player turned actor exercising his naked chest while
            explaining to the camera, “Without pecs, you’re dead.”

            Naked to the Greeks, who had a word for everything but poppers, is gymnos.
            Gymnastics, like all events in the original uncut Olympics, was movement
            performed naked. In the 1950s, Bonnie Prudden in Sports Illustrated went
            so far as to recommend that high-school boys attend gym class shirtless
            to spur competitive pride in their bodies. Nothing was said about quick-
            glance comparisons made later in the overheated and underventilated
            shower. Gays have no corner on that kind of looking. At that age, every
            boy looks to see how he compares. The only difference is that gay guys
            never stop looking. Comparison shoppers to the end, they remember. For
            instance, a former student manager [David Sparrow, my lover 1969-1979,
            and my partner in photography at Drummer 1977-1979] at Evansville,
            Indiana’s Rex Mundi High School fondly recalls watching their all-star
            straight jock head into the shower. To this day he can describe to the inch
            the sudsy vision of a cut Bob Griese, long before he became the Miami
            Dolphins’ star quarterback whose blondness contrasted so perfectly with
            the macho darkness of those two other drop-dead Dolphins, Jim Kiick
            and Larry Czonka, whom the sportswriters called “Butch and Sundance.”
            [See the cover of Sports Illustrated (August 7, 1972). Jim Kiick inspired
            the name of the character, Kick Sorensen, in Some Dance to Remember.]
            OH MY, O. J. SIMPSON

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