Oh my heavens, I was so upset with so many parts of this section. It was clear things were happening, not only to keep the Washington team from actually going to Berlin, but once they got there, they did everything possible, to give them the disadvantage of winning the Gold medal.
Once the boys qualified in Princeton, I was furious to read: pg. 571
By eight o'clock the rumors were confirmed. After his windy speech on the float in front of the Princeton shell house, Henry Penn Burke had taken Al Ulbrickson, George Pocock, and Ray Eckman, the athletic director at Washington, into a room and given them, in effect, an ultimatum. If Washington want to go to Berlin, the boys were to have to pay their own way. "You'll have to pay your own freight, or else," Burke said. "We just haven't the dough." Burke, who was also, coincidentally, the chairman of and a major fundraiser for the Pennsylvania Athletic Club in Philadelphia, went on to say that he understood that Penn had plenty of money and as the second-place finisher they would naturally be glad to take Washington's place to Berlin
Thank goodness, T.F. Davies, chairman of the Seattle Chamber of Commerce, came through for them, sending them a certified check for $5,000.
JoanK., I am with you. When I read that lane rule change, I was so upset. How dare them try to give the hosting team the advantage, when always the fastest qualifiers earned the favored lanes and the slower finishers had to make do with the least favored lanes. This was so upsetting: pg. 667
The German Olympic Committee and Federation Internationale des Societes d'Aviron--headed, respectively, by Heinrich pauli, chairman of the rowing committee for the Reich Association for Physical Training, and Rico Fioroni, an Italian Swiss_had implemented new rules for lane selection, rules never used before in Olympic competition.
Changing the lane rules was not enough to give the U.S.A. a disadvantage, then they try this tactic: pg. 681
"Behind them, and out of sight, the official starter suddenly emerged from his shelter, holding a flag aloft. The flag snapped widely over his head for a moment. Almost immediately, he turned slightly in the direction of landes one and two, shouted into the wind in one continuous, unbroken utterance, "Etes-vous prets? Partez!" and dropped the flag. Bobby Moch never heard him. Never saw the flag. Neither, apparently, did Noel Duckworth. Four boats surged, forward. The British boat and the Husky Clipper, for a horrific moment, sat motionless at the line, dead in the water.
As if Ulbrickson did not have enough on his plate, he has to deal with Don Hume being horribly ill, and having to make the decision as to whether to replace him. They sure had enough obstacles to overcome to win this medal. But it was such a wonderful triumph in the end!