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June 17, 2015

Fonzie is dead tired, but determined to win the dance marathon if it's the last thing he does.  Ain't no way he's gonna lose out to that little blonde pipsqueak cutie-pie who will go on to star in "Dallas" and eventually fizzle into ho-hum obscurity.  Fueled by her taunts, he rises and does that Russian squat dance thing to perfection, his compact body perfect in his tight jeans and white T-shirt, and I, barely a teen, am teary-eyed, transfixed, practically panting, almost breathless, and know at that moment that I will never find a man as perfect as Henry Winkler.