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PAGE 6 â€" WATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 24, 1988 OK, we confess. We too have spent the past 10 days taking our fair share of shots around the office at the 1988 Winter Olympics in Calgary. Nothing has been sacred, we‘ve verbally ridiculed skating judges, television coverage, event and facility planners, thinlyâ€"veiled boosterism by commentators, the puzzling attraction of some sports, you name it. _ But now, we take this opportunity to officially praise the efforts of the athletes, especially our own, which have provided us with thrills, joy and heartache in this 15th winter Olympiad. There are those who have complained abcut the inferiority complex of Canadian athletes in respect to worldâ€"class competition. Others decry the $25.4 million spent on the Best Ever program to develop Canadian athletes for these Games. Still others question the overâ€" all cost and role of the Games themselves. However, the fact remains that despite their shortcomâ€" ings, the Games have been wonderful for our country. They have provided a window for the world to .peek through, to learn about our cultural and natural beauty. They have brought together countries with different customs, different philosophies, for 16 days of friendship and sportsmanship. And they have created memories that will be etched vividly in our minds for years to come. Granted, prospects for a Canadian gold medal, after Brian Orser fell just short in his duel with American Brian Boitano, look grim at this point. But rather than measure success or failure at the medal podium, is it too much to ask that we instead measure our athletes‘ efforts by the personal growth they create and the image they project? Many of our athletes entered these Games with minimal international experience. Can we not rejoice in a personal best performance, shed a tear for disappointâ€" ing moments, at once being proud of all our athletes, knowing they are representing us to the best of their ability? Who will soon forget the pain of exhaustion on gutty Gaetan Boucher‘s face as he "went for it" in his final speedskating race? Or the smiles on the faces of skaters like Kurt Browning and our own Christine Hough and partner Doug Ladret for challenging the world‘s best with allâ€"out efforts. The sadness on Orser‘s face, the happy/sad results for skiing darling Karen Percy, the missed moment of glory for veteran skier Laurie Graham. Or the personal triumph over drug addiction of ski jumper Steve Collins who recorded a superb finish in the 70â€"metre competition. No, these Olympic Games have been far from perfect â€" as they always will be. But as host Canadians, let us accept our triumphs with grace, our defeats with humility, and gold or no gold medals, we should be proud of those who have gone forth and represented us to the best of their ability, in the finest of fashions. That should be the true measure of Olympic success, and in that respect, our athletes have passed with flying colors. line 886â€"3021. â€" Waterloo Chronicle office is located in the Haney, White law office building (rear entrance, uppei foor). Parking at the rear of the building. Open Monday to Friday 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Subscription rates $25 yearly in Canada, $30 outside Canada Address all corrup;;\donce to Waterloo office, 45 Erb St. E., Waterloo, Ount. N2ZJ 1L7. Telephone 886â€"2830, News and Sports Publisher: Paul Winkler Waterloo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by The Fairway Group Incorporated Publishing address: 215 Fairway Rd. S., Kitchener, Ont Managing Editor: Rick Campbel! Sales Manager: Bill Karges Circulation Manager: Greg Cassidy Display Advertising: Helen Smiley, Paula Humrmel, Gerry Mattice Classified Advertising: Maureen McNab Circulation: Jerry Fischer Typesetting and Composing: The Fairway Group Reporters: Mark Bryson (Senior reporter/sports) Ian Kirkby (news) Isobel Lawson (news) Success OK, guys, I want to know what happened at your place when it arrived. â€" s â€" You know what it is. The, uh, Feb. 15 special edition of Sports Illustrated. Did your significant other fly into a rage? Did she get it before you and use it as an extra log in the fireplace? Did she make you cancel your subscription? Or were you simply told you were mature enough not to fantasize about women who in real life wouldn‘t give you a second look, let alone a second of their time. By now I‘m sure everyone knows what I‘m talking about. The Feb. 15 SI, otherwise known as The Swimsuit Issue has arrived, causing men to phone in sick, take two hour lunches to pass it around the restaurant, spend three hours reading a magazine that any other week takes a good 20 minutes at most. What‘s all the commotion about? Well, to put it mildly, the models who fashion the swimwear (I presume for the benefit of the women who would go out and buy such items) are not exactly ugly. And they are not exactly wearing a lot of clothes. And they are not exactly waiting at the bus stop with their bag lunch to start another boring day on the assembly line of life. Simply put, in the eyes of many men, The Swimsuit Issue is to die. Come to think of it, if their men linger over it too long, many women believe it is to die as well. They are gorgeous. Each and every one. Especialâ€" ly Elle Macpherson, if you want to get choosey about such things. What I would like to know is, why should SI subscribers be forced to steal around in the dark, sneaking a peek at the issue by flashlight under the covers? Why should we have to apologize for the respectable content of our favorite magazine? We shouldn‘t. And I don‘t. And I go on record as saying I have one of the most fairâ€"minded, matureâ€" thinking partners in life in my wife Beth, who couldn‘t wait to tell me the swimâ€"suit edition had arrived. Having poured through it herself, she declared that none of the suits, which range in price from $35 to $400, were for her, but that the models who wore them sure were gorgeous. Bless her heart. I first learned that the issue was off the presses about the middle of last week. Sports editor Mark Bryson, who has had an SI subscription longer than I have (I‘m a rookie), had this sheepish look on his face as he came out to the main office from behind his desk. â€"It is written "What we‘ve done is put practitioners back to what they should be doing"â€" practising medicine." Officials at The Doctor‘s Office Walkâ€"in Medical Rick Campbell Suits me Chronicle Editor â€" SEE PAGE 3 "Yo, Rico, there‘s an article I would like you to read, I think it‘s the type of article that might suit you, if you catch my drift." â€" "Arrgh," I replied, "don‘t show me a thing, I want to savor it when I get home." Of course, I live in Waterloo and for some reason get all mail a day later than they get it in Kitchener, and though I practically dove to the back of my notâ€"soâ€"Supermailâ€" box slot, I came up crappers. No swimsuit issue, not until the next day. By then, the copy Mark had had been well circulated around the office. Came the responses: "I‘m in heaven, someone wake me, please." ‘"When‘s the next plane out to Thailand (where the shoot took place)." Well, there are 34 good reasons why, if anyone cared to turn the pages. Of course, blush, blush, that‘s hardly the reason why I have begged on broken glass for years to get a Sports Illustrated subscription, when it arrived under the tree last December, I was ecstatic. ‘"Unbelievable, thanks so much," I said to Beth upon opening the subscription notice. "Now I‘ll be able to follow the NHL and NFL every week, and catch Pete Gammons on baseball and Rick Reilly at the British Open and all the college news and so much more." "Elle, Elle, Ellllllllle, where have you been all my life." And to be fair: ‘"What a bunch of sexist crap." ‘"Why does a respectable magazine lower itself like that?" ‘"Why would sportsmen want to even look at stuff like that?" "And if I‘m not mistaken," noted Beth, "don‘t they also have a pretty risque Swimsuit Issue about the middle of February?" True. But the February 15th issue also carried a superb article on ABC sportscaster Al Michaels, and panoramic shots from the Pebble Beach proâ€" am, and, and, yes, a heartâ€"warming story about the resurgence of New York Islander Pat Lafontaine. Yes, it did so. Why, the swimsuit feature, entitled Pearls of the Orient was just another in the line of tasteful features to grace that fine, fine, publication. It will be remembered no more, no less, than any other of the 52 issues I receive. Who am I kidding? Liar, liar, pants on fire...