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...throwing, hard-drinking Yankees pitcher DAVID (BOOMER) WELLS is causing a ruckus with a tell-all memoir due out this week, Perfect I'm Not! In 1998 Wells threw a perfect game--hence the title--but in Perfect I'm Not! he says he did it "half drunk, with bloodshot eyes, monster breath and a raging, skull-rattling hangover" after a night spent partying with the cast of Saturday Night Live. He also claims that "between 25% and 40%" of Major League players use steroids. Wells, who says he may soften up some passages before the book hits stores...
...confidence. During the pageant itself I found my greatest test. Prior to the talent competition, I stood outside Leverett Dining Hall in a dimly lit alley waiting for the stage door to open. Three local youths—two women and a guy—approached me with their bloodshot eyes and the stench of alcohol on their breath. The male pressed me to take off my wig. He wanted to run on stage, he explained, and shout expletives at the “faggots” in drag. I told him my wig was glued to my head. Then...
...incarceration in the Veteran's Hospital has reduced even his hunger. It is as if his girth has shrunk to fit his confinement. His aching knees give him the peg-legged gait of an ageing cowboy who has been riding too long. He looks out at the world through bloodshot eyes...
...Jangi, a sprawling 19th century prison fortress to the west of Mazar, where Dostum stabled his horses. The convoy of prisoners had to pass through the city center; two weeks before, the Taliban had ruled the streets. The prisoners now peered out from under their blankets with shell-shocked, bloodshot eyes. The people of Mazar stared back at them with open hatred...
...Jangi, a sprawling 19th century prison fortress to the west of Mazar, where Dostum stabled his horses. The convoy of prisoners had to pass through the city center; two weeks before, the Taliban had ruled the streets. The prisoners now peered out from under their blankets with shell-shocked, bloodshot eyes. The people of Mazar stared back at them with open hatred...