During junior high and high school, from 1961 to 1967, in Albert Lea, Minnesota, I was part of the gymnastics team. We shared our practice facility, a junior high gymnasium, with the pompom girls.
Our coach, Vern Arndt, insisted that everyone on his team (known as “Arndt’s monkeys”) wear jockstraps. He also insisted that whatever your specialty, every team member had to practice on every piece of equipment. I was a tumbler and free-exercise man, but I tried my best to work with the other apparatus.
One day, when I was about 15, as the pompom girls were practicing their routines on the other side of the gym, I jumped up and grabbed the high bar. I was using absolutely perfect form, straight body, feet pointing to the ground.
Suddenly,…