Word: blading
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Kent State, he switched to English when the chairman of the journalism department told him he could not write and would never make it as a reporter. For a long time, it seemed that the chairman was at least half right. As a cub reporter on the Toledo Blade in 1957, Fitzpatrick freelanced a story for a competing paper. He was fired. At his next job, in Lima, Ohio, he recalls that "I was writing a column in which I said that bowling was stupid and that bowlers were stupid. The publisher told me I couldn't say that...
...nerves more than anything," explains Old Pro Byron Nelson. "I would actually get nauseated over three-footers, and there were tournaments when I couldn't keep a meal down for four days." The pressure causes golfers to study a green as though it were a minefield, surveying each blade of grass along the intended route. Their stances vary from the pigeon-toed crouch of Palmer to the cross-handed contortions of Orville Moody. And once the ball is on its way, they try to coax it along into the hole with some of the most astounding body English this...
Mental Refreshment. No one proves that adage better than Billy Casper. Known as the King of the Flat Blade, he is perhaps the best putter among all the great players in the game today. Though he likes to say that he attaches more importance to his driving, he will lecture for hours on the virtues of the "reverse overlap" putting grip, or the different consistencies of Bermuda and bent-grass greens. "If you don't putt well, it affects your whole game. It is the most delicate and precise thing you do," he says. "It takes more touch, more...
...long-ago scene as Prince Hal in Shakespeare's Henry IV. After some lusty drinking and a prolonged period onstage, Burton wet his chain mail. He then played a duel scene with Sir Michael Redgrave, as Hotspur, and broke his sword. Forced to win the duel without a blade, he hoisted the bulky knight to his shoulder and tossed him across the stage. "Dear boy," said Sir Michael backstage, "I thought you were sweating rather more than usual...
...moment approaches, the squaw slowly draws the young brave into her. Now the first sunlight comes, a blade of white cutting the canyon wall across the way. The brave shivers and the squaw feels a mighty breath growing in his chest, and then a first cracked warwhoop escapes him and goes bouncing and echoing down the chasm...