After the race I took a long warm-down to cool off. I saw the $1,000 check for about a minute and then it was handed to a U.S. Rowing Federation representative who was hanging around. The money was deposited into a special fund I can draw upon for expenses. I had more than $1,000 in unpaid bills in my wallet, but the prize money had to go through the right channels or I would lose my amateur standing. I had my picture taken next to my boat, and the photographer asked about its name: Crippler. I told him it was from the old days when I was an angry young sculler. Some things never change.