Meanwhile, at the other end of the straightaway, Pender was telling the chairman of the referees what happened to him in the hope that the race would be rerun. Pender hammered his blocks with a fist, sending them flying across the floor. "I was gone, man, I swear," he said. "I was psyched up. Ready. I thought for sure they'd rerun it because of faulty equipment. But they didn't. Lord, I feel terrible."
Dr. Meriwether said he did not care if they reran the race or not. He was more concerned with the knee he bruised in his fall and with the Garden's unwillingness to give him duplicate films of his previous New York races. "It's never done" was the Garden's rationale. The Harvard hematologist had wanted to study his technique. For that reason, he has been lugging a home movie camera to all the meets he has entered this year, but so far he has been too shy to ask anyone to train it on him.
"I think I'm going to stop bothering with it," he said. "I don't feel as though I know anyone well enough to ask them to take the film. It's excess baggage."
Then Dr. Meriwether went home, hurting. And he did not even have a gold medal to show for his pains. They had been left in a box at the AAU's meet headquarters. What did you expect?