Chavoor did not look up from his meal. "Dizzier," he said.
Spitz readily allows that he talks a great deal about himself, explaining, "I just get all wound up sometimes. I get hyper." He also agrees with Chavoor that he is something of a hypochondriac, though he reported his cold completely cured by Saturday. "I knew if I went to a doctor he'd tell me the cold was nothing to worry about, but it's a way of getting fussed over and coddled, I guess."
As he set out on his pursuit of gold, Spitz was also assured of being fussed over in Munich by the various men who have helped mold him into the champion swimmer—and the complex human being—he has become. Chavoor was on hand for advice and comfort, and so, of course, was Daland, officially in charge of Spitz' Olympic training program. Into Munich, meanwhile, came both Counsilman and Arnold Spitz. Then there was George Haines, coach of the Santa Clara Swim Club, who trained Mark until he fell out with the Spitz family soon after the '68 Olympics. Haines was in Munich as the assistant women's coach, and while the two are not close, Spitz declined to say anything critical about his former coach. "Why should I?" he demanded, with characteristic bluntness. "George gave me my foundation as a swimmer." Win or lose in Munich, Mark Spitz has achieved enough already to assure everybody a fair share of credit.