This photo, taken moments before he hit the ice to perform his zany hobo/clown/Jerry Lewis/psychotic carnival guy routine, captured the rarely seen seriousness that made Scott the champion he was.
"I loved that little green warm up jacket," he says, remembering how chilly he used to get in the ice rink.
"Not many people realize this but when you have short legs and you're that close to the ice it isn't uncommon for your entire tummy to go numb.
You try doing a Triple Sow-Cow in those conditions."
3 comments:
"where are my skates" he screams to no one in particular.
My legs are short, too, but I have the good sense to stay off the ice.
AND I adore Scott Hamilton!
He's King of the Happy Gnome People
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