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In 1932, judges took a gold medal away from a 21-year-old because they didn’t like the way she jumped.<\/p>\n
She jumped higher than any woman ever had. That wasn’t in dispute. What was in dispute was her technique \u2014 a headfirst roll that no one had seen a woman use before. So they downgraded her medal from gold to silver and let the story end there.<\/p>\n
It should have been the highlight of her life. Instead, it was just the first thing taken from her.<\/p>\n
Her name was Mildred Ella Didrikson, and by the time officials were debating her jumping form, she’d already spent that same week rewriting the record books twice. She threw a javelin 143 feet, 4 inches \u2014 a world record. She ran the 80-meter hurdles in 11.7 seconds, breaking a world record she’d set herself only hours earlier. Across three separate disciplines \u2014 throwing, running, jumping \u2014 she walked away with medals in every one. No athlete, man or woman, has matched that combination since.<\/p>\n
She’d earned the name “”Babe”” as a kid, playing baseball against boys twice her size, after she hit five home runs in a single game and someone said she played like Babe Ruth. She was the sixth of seven children born to Norwegian immigrants in Port Arthur, Texas. Her father built her a weightlifting bar out of a broomstick and scrap iron. Her mother had been a champion skier back in Norway before she crossed an ocean to sew sacks for pennies. Babe grew up believing, correctly, that there was nothing a woman couldn’t do if nobody stopped her.<\/p>\n
Somebody stopped her anyway.<\/p>\n
Four months after the Olympics, her picture turned up in a car advertisement she says she never approved. It didn’t matter. The Amateur Athletic Union ruled she’d profited from her fame, stripped her of amateur status, and banned her from the sport that had just made her famous. She was 21 years old, and the only thing she’d ever been extraordinary at was suddenly off-limits.<\/p>\n
Most people, told that clearly and that publicly that they didn’t belong, would have taken the hint.<\/p>\n
She picked up a golf club instead.<\/p>\n
She’d played maybe a dozen rounds in her life. It didn’t matter. She started hitting a thousand balls a day, taking lessons for five and six hours at a stretch, swinging until her hands split open \u2014 then taping them shut and swinging again. She did this for years, not months. By 1947, she’d become the first American woman ever to win the British Ladies Amateur, part of a run of more than a dozen straight tournament victories. A rival, watching her drive a ball nearly 250 yards, said she had to be Superman’s sister. In 1950, the Associated Press didn’t name her their athlete of the year. They named her the greatest female athlete of the last fifty years.<\/p>\n
Along the way, in 1938, she met a professional wrestler named George Zaharias, one of the only people alive who could out-drive her off a tee. They married that December, and he became her manager \u2014 and more importantly, the person who never left.<\/p>\n
In 1953, doctors found colon cancer. She had major surgery. They told her plainly: her competing days were over.<\/p>\n
Three and a half months later, she was back on a golf course.<\/p>\n
One year after that surgery, Babe Didrikson Zaharias won the U.S. Women’s Open by twelve strokes \u2014 one of the largest margins in the tournament’s history \u2014 playing all four rounds with a colostomy bag beneath her clothes, telling almost no one.<\/p>\n
The cancer came back in 1955. This time, she couldn’t out-train it. She died on September 27, 1956, in Galveston, Texas, at 45 years old. In her final months, rather than slow down, she and George started a cancer research fund that’s still helping patients today, decades after her death.<\/p>\n
She’d been told her jump didn’t count. She’d been told she couldn’t compete anymore. She’d been told, again and again, in every institutional language available, that she was doing it wrong.<\/p>\n
Every time, she found a different way to be right.<\/p>\n
She finished with more than 40 golf championships, world records on three continents, and a cancer fund that outlived her by generations \u2014 but if you want the one image that explains her, it’s this: a woman alone on a driving range, hands bleeding, taping them up, and hitting the next ball.<\/p>\n
Not for an audience. Not for a medal.<\/p>\n
Because she wasn’t finished yet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In 1932, judges took a gold medal away from a 21-year-old because they didn’t like the way she jumped. She jumped higher than any woman ever had. That wasn’t in dispute. What was in dispute was her technique \u2014 a headfirst roll that no one had seen a woman use before. So they downgraded her … <\/p>\n