It had become as regular as the clockwork of Olympic swimming judges. Every four years, a collection of adolescent American girls put aside their good-luck Teddy bears, jumped into the water and swam away with a gaggle of gold medals. No sooner had 500 journalists written stories beginning "Thank heaven for little girls . . ." than the entire U.S. women's swimming team retired to study for their driver's licenses. But in short order, pools were filled with a new generation of water sprites, and America's junior...
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