Asked about who would replace her as the sport's most flamboyant of dressers, FloJo turned to her husband.

"Al Joyner," she said.

Picture this: a Barcelona summer afternoon, 1992. The triple-jump finals are about to begin. Al Joyner jogs out to the track and, taking off his USA warm-up jersey, shows off his new, one-legged...

What will you be wearing, Al?

"It's a secret, now," he said.

FloJo laughs. Al laughs. The reporters get the hint.

The questions continue. What about Harvard, FloJo? Tell us what you think about Harvard.

"I'm a Bruin from UCLA. They talk about you guys," she said.

But is it true that you might be taking some classes up here in Boston?

"No, up here at Harvard," Al said, correcting his wife.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hahvahd," FloJo said.

Again, a laugh.

The reporters are enjoying this. They ask FloJo about her fingernails. Her dresses. Her age.

"Are you trying to call me old?" she said.

Al just shakes his head. Maybe he knows something.