【四月情怀】经典双语杂志区— 我最珍贵的奥林匹克奖（1） 20080429


My Greatest Olympic Prize——我最珍贵的奥林匹克奖（1）
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[1]It was the summer of 1936. The Olympic Games were being held in Berlin. Because Adolf Hitler childishly insisted that his performers were members of a "master race," nationalistic feelings were at an all-time high.

[2] I wasn't too worried about all this. I'd trained, sweated and disciplined myself for six years, with the Games in mind. While I was going over on the boat, all I could think about was taking home one or two of those gold medals. I had my eyes especially on the running broad jump. A year before, as a sophomore at the Ohio State, I'd set the world's record of 26 feet 8 1/4 inches. Nearly everyone expected me to win this event.

[3] I was in for a surprise. When the time came for the broad-jump trials, I was startled to see a tall boy hitting the pit at almost 26 feet on his practice leaps! He turned out to be a German named Luz Long. I was told that Hitler hoped to win the jump with him.

[4] I guessed that if Long won, it would add some new support to the Nazis' "master race" (Aryansuperiority) theory. After all, I am a Negro. Angry about Hitler's ways, I determined to go out there and really show Der Fuhrer and his master race who was superior and who wasn't.

[5] An angry athlete is an athlete who will make mistakes, as any coach will tell you. I was no exception. On the first of my three qualifying jumps, I leaped from several inches beyond the takeoff board for a foul. On the second jump, I fouled even worse. "Did I come 3,000 miles for this?" I thought bitterly. "To foul out of the trials and make a fool of myself?"

[6] Walking a few yards from the pit, I kicked disgustedly at the dirt. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to look into the friendly blue eyes of the tall German broad jumper. He had easily qualified for the finals on his first attempt. He offered me a firm handshake.

[7] "Jesse Owens, I'm Luz Long. I don't think we've met." He spoke English well, though with a German twist to it.
"Glad to meet you," I said. Then, trying to hide my nervousness, I added, "How are you?"
"I'm fine. The question is: How are you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Something must be eating you," he said--proud the way foreigners are when they've mastered a bit of American slang. "You should be able to qualify with your eyes closed."
"Believe me, I know it," I told him--and it felt good to say that to someone.

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[ 本帖最后由 我爱英语 于 2008-4-29 10:37 编辑 ]

It was the summer of 1936. The Olympic Games were being held in Berlin. Because Adolf Hitler childishly insisted that his performers were members of a "master race," nationalistic feelings were at an all-time high.

1936年夏天。奥林匹克运动会在柏林举行，因为希特勒幼稚的认为他的运动员都是优等民族，国家主义空前高涨！
I wasn't too worried about all this. I'd trained, sweated and disciplined myself for six years, with the Games in mind. While I was going over on the boat, all I could think about was taking home one or two of those gold medals. I had my eyes especially on the running broad jump. A year before, as a sophomore at the Ohio State, I'd set the world's record of 26 feet 8 1/4 inches. Nearly everyone expected me to win this event.
我对此感到十分担忧，在六年里，我带着梦想训练，严于要求自己。当我登上去会场的船时，我唯一能想到的就是为国家挣回一到两块金牌。我把目标定在了跳远上。一年前，作为俄亥俄州的老运动员，我取得了26英尺8.25英寸的世界记录。几乎所有的人都期望我赢得这项比赛。

I was in for a surprise. When the time came for the broad-jump trials, I was startled to see a tall boy hitting the pit at almost 26 feet on his practice leaps! He turned out to be a German named Luz Long. I was told that Hitler hoped to win the jump with him.
我感到十分惊讶，当跳远比赛到了，我看到一个高个子男孩在他练习时达到了26英尺。他是一个德国人，叫LUZ LONG 。我被告知希特勒希望高个子男孩取得这项胜利。
I guessed that if Long won, it would add some new support to the Nazis' "master race" (Aryansuperiority) theory. After all, I am a Negro. Angry about Hitler's ways, I determined to go out there and really show Der Fuhrer and his master race who was superior and who wasn't.
我认为，如果LUZLONG取得胜利，他将给希特勒的“优等民族”理念以支持。毕竟，我是一个黑人。我对希特勒的行为十分厌恶。我决定豁出去了，为了证明谁才是真正的优等民族。

An angry athlete is an athlete who will make mistakes, as any coach will tell you. I was no exception. On the first of my three qualifying jumps, I leaped from several inches beyond the takeoff board for a foul. On the second jump, I fouled even worse. "Did I come 3,000 miles for this?" I thought bitterly. "To foul out of the trials and make a fool of myself?"

一个生气了的运动员将会犯错误的，任何一个教练都会这样和你说，我也不例外。在我前面三次有效的跳远中，我因在起跳板的机几英寸的地方起跳而违规。在第二轮，我犯了同样的错误。“我长途跋涉3000公里就是为了这个？”我恨恨的想着，“为了违规和愚弄自己？”

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it is too long

杂越来越长啦

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flankly speaking, I enjoy a longer one