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Black and grey realism in Las Vegas. This is a statue tattoo on the leg, fresh vs 5 months healed, and the healed shot is near the end. I have been tattooing Rick since August 23rd, 2019, 1 to 2 sessions a year. Two arm sleeves first. Then on June 13th, 2025, we started his leg sleeve with this female statue. This is what that session looked like. It all starts with a Vision Call. Link in bio. #blackandgreyrealism #lasvegastattooartist #legsleevetattoo #statuetattoo #healedtattoo

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She cleared a height no woman had ever cleared, and they gave her second place for how she did it. Los Angeles, 1932. Babe Didrikson was twenty-one. Women were only allowed to enter three events, so she picked carefully. Javelin: gold, 143 feet 4 inches, world record. 80-metre hurdles: gold, 11.7 seconds, world record — beating the world record she had set earlier the same day. High jump: she tied for first at a height nobody had reached. Then the officials decided her technique was improper. She had gone over the bar head first, which is standard now and was considered unladylike then, and they moved her down to silver. She went home with two golds and a silver in three events, and remains the only athlete of either sex to win individual Olympic medals in running, throwing and jumping. She was born in 1911 in Port Arthur, Texas, to Norwegian immigrants. Her mother had been a champion skier in Norway. Her father was a ship's carpenter. The family was poor and she sewed gunny sacks for a penny each to help. Her father built her a weight-lifting rig out of a broomstick and old flat irons. She used it constantly. She played baseball with her brothers, and after she hit five home runs in a single game they started calling her Babe, after Ruth. At the AAU national championships just before the Olympics, she entered as a one-woman team. Eight events. She won six of them and scored 30 points. The club that came second entered twenty-two athletes and scored 22. One woman beat twenty-two. Afterwards she was a sensation. She toured. She pitched an inning for the Philadelphia Athletics in an exhibition — walked the first man, hit the second, and got out of it with a triple play. She could throw a baseball from centre field to home plate. She typed 86 words a minute. She won a prize at the Texas State Fair for a dress she had sewn herself. Then, in December 1932, they threw her out. The AAU banned her from amateur competition because her photograph had appeared in a car advertisement. She said she had never given permission. The real problem was that she was too dominant, too popular, and the wrong sort of woman. Short hair. Loud. Talked trash. Competed against men and beat them. The amateur establishment had no idea what to do with her, so they removed her. Her answer was to pick a different sport and become the best in the world at that instead. She chose golf. She had played maybe a dozen rounds. Then she went to work. A thousand balls a day. Lessons running five and six hours. She played until her hands blistered and split, taped them, and kept playing. Inside a year she was winning tournaments. In 1938 she met George Zaharias, a professional wrestler billed as the Crying Greek from Cripple Creek. He could out-drive her, which almost nobody could. They married that December and he became her manager. In 1947 she won seventeen tournaments in a row — not across a career, consecutively — and became the first American to take the British Ladies' Amateur. Between 1933 and 1953 she won 82 tournaments. She was a founding member of the LPGA. In 1950 the Associated Press named her Woman Athlete of the Half-Century. Then in 1953 she was diagnosed with colon cancer and had surgery. The doctors told her she would not compete again. She was back on a course in about fourteen weeks. In 1954, a year after the operation, she won the U.S. Women's Open by twelve strokes — wearing a colostomy bag. She also did something almost nobody did in the 1950s. She said the word cancer in public, in her own name, when it was still spoken of in whispers. It came back in 1955. She kept playing as long as her body allowed. She died in Galveston on September 27, 1956. She was forty-five. In her last months she and George set up a fund for cancer research.

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