For a few restless moments, the sweat-suited athletes stopped their interminable calisthenics on the Madison Square Garden infield. Officials, wilting behind their boiled shirts, quit clicking stop watches and came to a semblance of attention. The American flag was hoisted, a weary baritone worked his way through the national anthem and the 51st annual Millrose Games, already two-thirds over, roared a welcome to the evening's last hope for a hero. Dublin-bred Ron Delany was stripping to his skivvies for a shot at his third Wanamaker Mile, and there was a slim chance that...
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