One of the most vivid memories I have involving him:
One day in the middle of the swimming season my friend Travis Bailey and I were at Deseret Gym in the locker rooms getting ready for swim practice. He asked if I wanted to sluff swim practice and go play racquetball. I was kinda burned out at that point in the season and said yes. So we went and played racquetball.
The next day at practice Mr T shook my hand, except he didn't let go. He squeezed my bone in my hand into another bone right were a nerve was and it was one of the most excruciatingly painful experiences of my life. He asked me very calmly: Where were you yesterday? I wasn't about to tell him I sluffed in fear that he'd squeeze my fingers completely off. So I cried out, "I was sick! I was sick!" I was 16 and crying. Literally tears were flowing and I was crying in pain. He finally let go. Oh man. That was the LAST time I didn't show up for practice. Travis kept his distance from Mr T and didn't ever get his friendly handshake.
After spending 45 minutes on the treadmill I drove to NWRC and did:
1000 - 3 x (100 back/breast/free) + 100 IM easy
1000 kick with fins
1000 - 2 x 500's pull on 7:15
500 - 5 x 100's free on 1:30
3,700 yards total in 1:05