Word: bunt
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...farewell to the AL's also-rans, once more linked by October karma, this time considerably less auspicious than the last, and Godspeed to the survivors; may Omar Vizquel drag-bunt his way into our hearts and minds (now that Chad Curtis isn't around to come barging into second base standing up), may Roberto Alomar keep his well-travelled salivary glands in check, and may Greg Maddux and Kevin Brown pitch a 22-inning scoreless...
...other "favorites," Larry Walker plays in a park where a popped-up bunt has a chance to be a gapper, and his team stank this year. Plus, do you think Biggio or Bagwell would EVER sit out a game because he was intimidated by the opposing pitcher...
Neville Mullard, 43, lives with his widowed mother Betty in a Hong Kong house called, in honor of their native land, Albion Cottage. The late George Mullard left his wife and son, nicknamed Bunt, half-ownership of Imperial Stitching, a garment-manufacturing firm located in an eight-story building in Hong Kong's Kowloon Tong district. The unexpected death, in early 1996, of Mr. Chuck, the refugee from China who co-founded and owns the other half of Imperial Stitching, leaves the whole shebang to the Mullards, mother and son. Their pleasure in assuming full control is dampened somewhat...
Sure enough, Bunt is soon approached by a Mr. Hung, quite evidently from the mainland, who says he wants to buy the Imperial Stitching building. Bunt replies airily, "I'll never sell it. Don't even think about it. You'll just make yourself miserable." This answer, Bunt soon learns, is not only inappropriate but also comically misguided about who will be making whom miserable in the Hong Kong of the future. Bunt's mother wants to sell--Hung's offer will bring them roughly [pounds]1 million, or $1.6 million--and when her son objects to Hung's strong...
...snob about all things British who calls the Chinese "Chinky-Chonks" and tells her host at a Chinese restaurant, "Nothing personal, but we don't touch Chinese food. Never did. All the grease, all the glue. And it's always so wet. Makes me want to spew." Bunt, for his part, is a pathetic mama's boy who can find release and some measure of independence only with Hong Kong bar girls, "the happy hello-goodbye of urgent sex." Hung, the avatar of the new Hong Kong order, is a brute: "Brandy was gleaming on Mr. Hung's lips...