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Janowski was aggressively driving to the basket and effectively using a beautiful up-and-under move in the paint all night long. The only weakness in her game was her free throw shooting, but even from the charity stripe, she came through for the Crimson when her team needed her most...
...zone defense after playing man-to-man for the first 20 minutes, and the strategy paid off. While the Crimson gave up easy jumpers in the half-court set and lay-ups in transition during the first half, the Terriers had a much harder time getting to the basket in the second. B.U. junior forward Gina Powers burned Harvard for 16 points in the first half but was held to just seven in the final 25 minutes, including overtime...
...trash. We all should have seen his resignation coming when, on Tuesday night, he came out swinging at the media, blaming them for his party's shellacking. With Nixonian petulance, he rejected suggestions that his party tanked because he had put all its eggs in Monica's basket. No, he said, it was the media's All Monica All the Time madness that kept him from getting his message out. He woke up Wednesday morning but still didn't smell the coffee. He told Katie Couric on the Today show, "Look at all the hours that Tim Russert spent...
They hold vigils and teach-ins in Laramie, a town searching its soul, but some people climb the hill as if there is something to confront up there. They go to where a small basket of dry flowers hangs from the fence where Shepard, 21, was tied with rope, pistol-whipped and left in the cold. The visitors arrive in silence and leave in prayer, and the vigils go on--in Laramie, in Denver, in San Francisco, in Washington...
Whatever the source, I am not sure where I fit in. I still get peeved when a rustic bicycle with a metal basket on the handlebars--undoubtedly a refugee from the French countryside--knocks into me at the crosswalk. Whenever I see a new silver VW Beetle whiz through Mt. Auburn Street, a wave of nostalgia hits me as I long for the days of punchbuggy yellows...