Word: boasting
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...forcing him to be defensive. And he fought back with hardly any fight -- with lazy looping topspins and slow shots to the center when straight lines were in order, with lobs when he needed drives. King was playing up to Riggs, teasing the weakness that was his boast. She was simply playing Libber to his Lobber...
Riggs never had a chance. Sure he's got every shot that King has, and more; he's got a whole arsenal of them. And he pulled out a few, as if to bait King into believing that he would make good his boast. But he didn't do it often enough, because King made sure he scrambled. With surprise retrieves, with drop shot touches at the net catching Riggs backcourt, with backspins zeroing off to the side pulling Riggs wide, with double placements sprawling Riggs off balance, with overheads from the baseline curving crosscourt and steady belting backhands...
Nixon liked the fertility of Colson's mind. Dick Howard, Colson's former assistant, used to boast: "The President calls Chuck five or six times a day. Colson is the President's window on the world." A subtle campaign by Haldeman, supported by Mitchell ("I wonder if the President really knows what Colson is like," Mitchell once mused at a small meeting), eventually closed that window by reducing Colson's influence...
Midfield, a problem area last year, will boast no returning starters and must be completely rebuilt. Since there is no base the term rebuilding might be an understatement. Gone are three-year starter Emmanuel Ekama All-Ivy honorable mention Bahman Mossavar-Rahmani, and Demetrio Mena. Mena, a senior who had thought he had used up his eligibility, had not planned to return for the Fall term but has recently been declared eligible again and, hopefully he might be persuaded to return...
Stories about a friend who could boast of having put fewer than 30 attended lectures under his belt in his entire Harvard career because he spent his daytime gambling at the race track, and his evenings getting laid. Stories about a friend who liked to liven up dead and dull cocktail parties by whipping his penis out of his unzipped trousers to dangle bare for all to see; he would then approach a professor and carry on in all dignity until the professor looked down and choken on his liquor, at which point he would unobtrusively take leave and approach...