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...Walsh, as New England as they come, dropped “R’s” and all, became a Marlins fan would make a fascinating story in itself, but the bottom line here is that the Red Sox had broken their commitment to a long-standing tradition and the Crimson skipper was pissed—and with good reason...

Author: By Loren Amor, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: AMOR PERFECT UNION: Red Sox Finally Figure It Out | 4/14/2008 | See Source »

...course, Mr. Gardner still made his unexpected climb from something resembling the very bottom of American society to the top. Whether or not some details were airbrushed or accentuated when rendering his story for the screen seems (and seemed to audiences) immaterial...

Author: By James M. Larkin | Title: A Shameless Bust | 4/13/2008 | See Source »

...Unger allowed just two runs in a complete game effort. This time around, Unger again allowed two runs and departed with a four-run lead after 6.2 innings of work, but could only watch from the dugout as Nutter surrendered a two-run, walk-off home run in the bottom of the ninth to send Yale to a dramatic 7-6 victory. Nutter had bailed fellow freshman Zach Hofeld out of a two-out, two-on jam in the bottom of the eighth inning after Hofeld had allowed a sac fly and a Jake Doyle RBI single...

Author: By Emily W. Cunningham, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Walkoff Jack Drops Harvard to 3-9 in Ivy League | 4/13/2008 | See Source »

...intellectual peak with the double entendre “I let her lick the (w)rapper.” The only line in the song that doesn’t include a rap cliché is just as bad: “When I’m at the bottom / She like Hillary Rodham.” No one expects Lil’ Wayne to be a traditional lyricist, but there’s no excuse for such an abomination of a song, especially when he borrowed its core concept from another artist. However, I’m pretty sure...

Author: By Jeffrey W. Feldman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Lil' Wayne ft. Static Major | 4/11/2008 | See Source »

...Felicity interrupted. She impaled her crumpet with a fork.The dispute continued, neither of the two particularly invested in its outcome, and both of them unwilling to stand up and go inside. The tea had been finished, and the evaporated dregs had left small, withered flecks at the bottom of each cup. The stones of the terrace radiated the absorbed heat of the early afternoon back out into the dry, angry air which surrounded the Fabreighs. In the distant fields, however, the trees were healthy, moistened with the previous Thursday’s rains. The leaves of the tall oaks brushed...

Author: By Lesley R. Winters | Title: The Stable Boy | 4/11/2008 | See Source »

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