Word: braddock
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...character in Garden State, James is a visitor in his hometown, convinced that bigger is better (his goal, naturally, is to move to New York). But that's where the similarity ends. James is no morose hipster caught up in memories of the past. Nor is he Benjamin Braddock, lolling about, passively awaiting seduction. James is seeking the future as fast as he can and resenting any minute he has to spend in this awful present...
...Convention planners seemed headed in that direction when they devoted the first day to a ho-hum parade of old friends and colleagues who assured America that Obama is "one of us." If Ted Kennedy hadn't dragged himself off his sickbed and into battle like James J. Braddock, Pride of the Irish, battered, whipped, yet indomitable, the day would have evaporated into little beyond the dynamic speech of Obama's wife, Michelle...
...always, Bennett C. Braddock III ’08 offers a vision of redemption. Although his religious sentiments as an undergraduate could be summed up by the sentence “I’m drunker than Jesus right now,” after five years at the College Bennett finally earns his degree: in Buddhist philosophy. Now a renowned scholar and a forceful advocate for human rights in Tibet, Braddock leads a life of worldly asceticism and material self-denial. He still occasionally indulges in women’s sporting events, however...
...Prefrosh weekend is an annual favorite of Bennett C. Braddock III ’08, but he was largely unable to take part in this year’s festivities. Braddock was featured at the inaugural ROFLCon, a convention about online pop culture held at MIT, where he sat on a panel alongside such luminaries as “Star Wars Kid” and the “Chocolate Rain?...
Bennett C. Braddock III ’08 dashed across his Eliot House suite, the tassels of his loafers bouncing in time to his step. He was in a festive mood, sporting salmon-colored trousers and a vernal polo. Making his way past his party guests, Braddock paused the stereo, which had been blaring Bon Jovi. An abrupt hush came over the well-dressed-but-getting-sloppier room. Taking a swig of Sam Adams, Braddock composed himself and declared, “Thank you all for coming here tonight. It’s nice to see all you nerdy bastards...