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...America's most elite educational institutions, already competitive off the field, guaranteed that The Game would have a larger resonance. Furthermore, football in its early years was even more of a game of force--versus elaborate strategy and skill--than it is today; naturally, any such activity relying on brute combat was certain to stir the tempers and emotions of both the players and fans. The Yale teams were less than observant of the developing set of football rules, and according to various reports, the Crimson retaliated with frequent punishment in the form of throttling, punching, and what appears...
...offensive line has proven effective in run blocking. The Crimson running backs lead the Ivy league average, 4.1 yards per carry and 176.9 yards on the ground. Menick's brute toughness had a lot to do with those numbers, but the line opened up many holes...
...when they are rung every beam of the tower trembles. The largest bell, the Mother Earth Bell, weighs 13 tons. It is rung at the beginning and end of each concert and it takes two people standing inside its maw to swing the giant clapper between them. The brute force of that bronze behemoth and its lesser brothers, spilling out into the drowsy air of the Square, is well worth a dissonance...
...been thus. Bob Hope's gagmen were awakened at 3 a.m. for emergency jokes; James Allardice wrote the droll TV monologues that made Alfred Hitchcock a household deity. But these scribes were as anonymous as the Roman speechwriter who whispered into the dying Caesar's ear, "Say, 'Et tu, Brute?'" So it's nice that Vilanch, a wide guy with a blond mop that makes him look like an obscene Senor Wences puppet, is now (as one of his 1,500 T shirts reads) ALMOST FAMOUS, camping it up with Whoopi on the syndicated hit Hollywood Squares, for which...
...spite of all my best efforts to numb my senses with brute over-stimulation, my best attempts to block my mind from those troublesome paths of reflection down which it itches to run, I say, despite all this, I find myself huddled at the end of the day in a corner of a remote coffeeshop, collecting realizations amidst cold drink's condensation and hot day's perspiration, scratching myself for a small day's big ideas...