The Courting Of Molly Swenson
March, 1994
With Seconds to spare I climbed into the starting gate, reached over the timing wand and planted my poles in the downhill snow. Beside me my opponent from the Exploding Hamsters did the same. I shuffled my skis rapidly back and forth, the alternating tips of my green Olins jabbing beneath the starting wand to melt a film of water for a faster start.Below me the red-and-blue gates of the dual giant-slalom course wound down the slope like a pair of frantically mating snakes only to disappear behin...
