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...lead to one, but by then Harvard had no trouble getting a few insurance runs. Galicinao was rattled by the fifth. Five of the six batters that she faced reached base, and the lead was extended to 6-2. A line drive by McKendry that deflected off of her arm finally took Galicinao out of the game...
...English major myself. That was a long time ago, though, and I can't seem to remember whether I read Beowulf or not. That business about Beowulf, the courageous young prince of the Geats, pulling off Grendel's arm and lopping off Grendel's head sounds familiar--and quite justified, in a rough sort of way, I think, since Grendel, a thoroughly unpleasant monster, had been abducting and snacking on King Hrothgar's warriors for years. But I may be thinking of scenes from those Saturday-morning cartoons I used to watch with my kids years ago when we were...
...hailed from California. Well, Josh said, he attends school in Massachusetts. Which one? The keg master was curious. A seasoned senior, I interrupted to ask what fine institution the keg master attended during daylight hours, and when he replied Umass-Amherst, I playfully punched Josh’s arm and told Mister Keg that Josh and I attend UMass-Boston. He bought it, and Josh got his beer sans spittle. You laugh, but two friends later told me that they ditched their beer, finding it “funny tasting” after having been alma-mater - truthful...
...looking on the UMass College Council had been chatting me up for quite a while (the one positive piece of gossip his friends shared), and we were standing around with a bunch of his pals from school. Bob appeared suddenly. I felt him before I saw him. His right arm had found its way around my waist, and it refused to budge...
...Excuse me?” I turned to him, loosening myself from his gluelike-grip. Sean, another new friend of mine from UMass was strolling by, wondering at the commotion as I grabbed his arm. “Well, Sean and I are getting married tomorrow,” I retorted, “so, we can’t get married in three months.” I meant to shut down this discussion, but the silliness only escalated...