Nobody ever took time out in a boat race. There’s no place to stop and get a satisfying drink of water or a lungful of cool, invigorating air. You just keep your eyes glued on the red, perspiring neck of the fellow ahead of you and row until they tell you it’s over…Neighbor, it’s no game for a softy.
- Royal Brougham (Past editor of Seattle Post-Intelligencer) after watching the freshman crew team practice at University of Washington in the 1933.(via littlerowerthings)