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Show VL QJM Newspaper v4 by Jim Murray Muninpaiy nim pqpirtfe Page Bl Thursday, April 1, 1982 lllliliiiili "liliilllllPiailpI Michelle McReynoIds on the balance beam. Union, Park City dominate gym meet by John Sundquist They're closing the gap. The last time that Park City and Union High School met in gymnastics, Union came out ahead by 40 points. The two teams met again Monday at Park City High School, and Union finished on top for the second time. But this time the margin was a mere 15 points: Union finished first with 245.40 points, and Park City finished fin-ished second with 230.50. In a field of six teams, Union and Park City were more than a hundred points ahead of their closest rival, Emery High School which finished with 130.15 points. Completing the standings for the meet were Duchesne with 88.25, and North and South Rich with 53.30. Park City will have until April 15 to make up those 15 points. The state tournament at West Jordan High School takes place then to decide the year's best team for 1A and 2A schools. Monday's meet started with the cumpulsory events. Park City picked up a second place in bars from Cindy Thaller and a fourth place from Anita Miles. In the compulsory vault, Park City got a fourth from Anita Miles and a sixth place from Amy Irving. Compulsory floor exercises exer-cises brought Park City a sixth place finish from Anita Miles. For the compulsory beam, it was Cindy Thaller in second place and Anita Miles in fourth. At the end of the compulsory compul-sory competition, Union had 128.25 and Park City had 120.40 points. Of the possible 24 placings in the four events (six girls were in each event), Union placed sixth or better 13 times. The remaining four teams looked like this after the compulsory events: Emery with 70.45, Duchesne with 11.90 points, and North and South Rich with 41.20 points. In the optional half of the competition, Park City picked up three out of four first places and two seconds, which looks good on paper unless the ether team gets half the possible placings plus a first and two seconds. In optional vault, Park City won a first place from Susan Mahoney and a sixth place from Michelle McReynoIds. Mc-ReynoIds. The optional bars saw Park City's Teri Potts in first place, however, Union captured the remaining five placings. Another first place in the optional beam went to Park City's Michelle McReynoIds. Second place went to Amy Irving and sixth place to Susan Mahoney. The fourth and final event, optional floor, saw Park City take a second and fourth place finish by Michelle McReynoIds and Susan Mahoney. Ma-honey. McReynoIds, a freshman fresh-man finished the optional competition with a sixth in vault, a first in beam, and a second in floor. In the all-around competition, competi-tion, Park City received two seconds. In this competition, only the girls who competed in all four events are eligible. Anita Miles took a second in the compulsory all-around with 31.95 points. First place went to Wendy Nebeker of Union with 32.05 points. In their place for the compulsory compul-sory all-around was Cheryl Wilkins of Union with 31.55, and in fourth place was Cindy Thaller of Park City with 30.45 points. The optional competition all-around winner was Dar-lene Dar-lene Frost of Union. Frost received a second in the vault, a fifth in the bars, and a fifth in the beam for a total of 30.25 points. Second place was awarded to junior Susan Mahoney of Park City. Mahoney got a first in the vault, sixth in the beam, and a fourth in the floor for 29.05 points. Coach Gail McBride of Park City says she knows where the extra effort must come from to beat Union the next time. "We have to catch them in the bars. They have tN-advantage, like all the bigger schools, in that there is an advanced gymnastics class all year round for them to practice." McBride noted the narrowing narrow-ing of the gap since the previous meet. "I think we can catch them by the state tournament," she said. Park City has its next meet on Thursday, April 1, at Duchesne High School. Three of Park City's girls will be attending the Science Fair in Salt Lake and will not compete. They are Cindy Thaller, Heather Moyle, and Lisa Olsen. JJL- 1 ! T ! l J. I T" Ki:UX I lumgruanu i umurruw mym I I L. Ijlljl Finest Restaurant Live Entertainment "' Reservations Please Availalk forPnwte Parties "COWJAZZ" r 1 This Saturday direct from Nashville "BLACK WATER"! IV! JVU1III y J Monday, April 5th I UUWfiUI miLk - in the tradition of j "Asleep at the Wheel" n J L 12.11 Tuesday April 6th thru Sat. April 10th "TWO WEEK NOTICE" Hot Country Rock Music starts at 9:00 p.m. PARK CITY tSmh Unquestionably the finest western fare and entertainment in Park City 268 Main Street 649-4146 No place for a lady Third Street and Main in Los Angeles is a loser's turf. The crossroads of Hopelessness and Despair, the home base of a lot of guys who have quit in their corners in life. You sleep with the rest of the trash; the music from the gin mills is seductive, but the music stopped ior most of these residents long ago. Happiness is a full bottle of Muscatel and a pad behind the ash cans as a windbreak. The eyes are as dead as the dreams and it's 1950 wherever they are. The clocks stopped long ago. The debris is wall-to-wall, human as well as material. The city can pick up the empty bottles but leaves the empty people there. It's no place for a lady. The gym is upstairs on the second floor there. You go up to the well-worn flight of marble steps and you can smell the linament and the sweat and the unwashed clothes before you get there. Everybody seems to have a head cold, and their noses look like the proverbial two miles of bad road. They get their air by detour. It's a festival of scar tissue and it's always 1933 and Sharkey is champ and Dempsey may come around any moment. Jack Johnson is flashing his gold toothed smile in a corner and a poster on the wall tells you Max Baer is going to fight Max Schmeling soon. A sign warns you to wash your clothes and not spit on the floor by order of the Board of Health. This gym saw Louis, and the original Sugar Ray. Marciano himself broke a bag here; Joe Frazier got ready for Eddie Maychen; Jeffries worked the corners in one of the two rings; Ali used to show them moves the old timers said reminded them of Philadelphia Jack O'Brien, or maybe it was the Real McCoy. Rocky I, II, and III were shot here. Spittoons are everywhere. The guy at the light bag is the current lightweight champion of the world in some jurisdiction or other. The sport hasn't changed since Jimmy Walker was mayor of New York. Charlie Chaplain used to come here, but it's no place for a lady, either. There's a hundred kids out there willing to trade talking for the rest of their lives with a swollen tongue or a busted larynx or peering at the world through misted eyes for a shot at the big money, the fast cars, the foxy dames. It's a cruel environment, not far from tht Christians and the lions. But there's a certain nobility to the fighters. Their trade is murder, in a way, but at least they play by the rules. They break in the clinches, step back from a fallen foe and stop fighting at the bell. Some of the jackals outside the ring observe ob-serve no such niceties. Five years ago, Howie Steindler used to run this little empire of pugs like a drill sergeant in a boot camp. Howie, an ex-fighter himself, loved fighters and the fights. But he was at pains not to show it. He was crusty, irascible, sometimes sarcastic. He kept a lock on his phone, and he had an aorta full of fudge. Howie was a sucker for a hard luck story and I never saw him chase the rummies out on a rainy day whether they paid or not. He had one champion in his life, Danny "Little Red" Lopez, and he treated him more like a son than a meal ticket. Howie was a nervous wreck at all Danny's fights, even the easy ones, his face ashen, his lips trembling by the last round. One night, five years ago this month, Howie locked up the gym and went down the stairs to get into his Cadillac. For the last time. On the street in front of his house in Encino, he was jumped by a couple of sub-humans who had apparently tailed him from the gym. They beat him savagely, choked him to death, robbed him, and threw him in the car and parked it on the freeway. They were very brave. Howie was 72 years old, a bantamweight, and had had two heart attacks for which he took a sip of brandy every night before dinner. They never found out who killed Howie, and the police have all but forgotten the case. The streets are too full of murderers nowadays. They don't stand out anymore. But one person who didn't forget, who can't forget, was as far removed from the fight game as Lady Di. Carol Steinler thought the answer to her father's death lay somew here among the shadow-boxers, the light bags, and the ring ropes of the Main St. Gym. Howie had kept the seamy side of his business away from his daughters. He was as proud of them as any Radcliffe parent, and Howie wanted them to get a finishing school upbringing, not ringside. Carol, the oldest of the two, grew up soft and beautiful, but two failed marriages, life as a single parent raising a son (Mark Dav is, now 19, is a promising collegiate pitcher) and, finally, the murder of her father, taught Carol that life is no fairy tale, and it imparted to her her father's flintiness of character and wariness of her fellow man. Carol took over the Main St. Gym and today she runs it in white dresses, hair ribbons and high heels. Not for Carol are Adidas shoes, ranch jeans, or sweat shirts. Her tale of the tape 36-24-36 makes her a contender in anyone's division, and her hazel eyes and blonde hair make the pugs swallow hard when they first see her. But, underneath that Charlie's Angel jiggle is Howie Steinler the Second. The Boss. The fighters treat her with grave respect. She would probably get more flak from a Harvard preppie then a main-event boy skipping rope there. At first, the fight mob thought Howie's daughter would put up curtains and paint the walls pink, or make the lamps Tiffany. Turn it into a salon. Being Howie's daughter, she didn't. "The place has character," she explains. "Its a good atmosphere for a fighter. The sweat, the smell, the dinginess. It motivates them. Chrome and swimming pools and shower curtains wouldn't. Besides, the movie people have a fit at the thought of renovating. "It's perfect!" they tell me. 'Don't touch a spittoon!'" Nor does Carol Steinler want it interpreted she is crusading for women's rights. "People think I'm a women's libber. I'm not. I got into in-to this for two reasons, both emotional. First, I want to solve my father's death if possible and I felt I could see and hear things dow n here that I wouldn't anywhere else. Second, my father loved this business and I'm my father's daughter." It's a great part for Doris Day. For Howie, who may have wanted to say, "My daughter, the Junior Leaguer," it's a matter of saying, "My daughter, the fight manager and gym operator." It's like saying my son, the bull fighter. One thing is sure: She's got the longest, blondest hair of anybody running a gym in this country. You can't miss her. She's the one not smoking a cigar and not wearing a derby. If all else fails, follow the Chanel No. 5. In that atmosphere, you can't miss it. (c) 1982, Los Angeles Times j! i Restaurant I s: I.i ': 1 f &8EggBSSS Prime rib, seafood, steaks and oyster bar. Serving dinner nightly from 5:00 This Friday Night Ladies Mud-wrestling Contest At the Resort 649-7778 Underground parking. Ik V2L |