Word: crowds
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Mark McGwire, 250 lbs. of muscle in a game full of the fat and unfit, doesn't really shock when he sends the ball more than 500 ft. And Ken Griffey Jr., hat backwards, grin cocksure, seems almost bored as he gently taps homers over the fence. The crowd expects it, the crowd gets it, and the crowd goes home happy. We delight in the obvious. Give us a 6 ft. 5 in. guy named McGwire, and we're going to nickname him "Big Mac." Give us a guy named Ken Griffey Jr., and we'll call him "Junior...
...makes it big on the disco floor, adding a dose of Vegas-like pizazz and high-octane choreography. Even the old BeeGees songs sound good when sung below falsetto range (How Deep Is Your Love as a lovers' duet? You bet). All in all, it's a shameless crowd pleaser but easily watchable...
Somehow the situation resolved itself, and the crowd returned to its respective territories. Night fell and the fireworks commenced. There were red glares and bursts in the air, and, as the music swelled, the massive crowd cheered the two hundred and twenty second birthday of America and the ideals for which she stands. Life. Liberty. The Pursuit of Happiness...
Then the fireworks finished, and the true Darwinian struggle began. A crowd the size of most cities began to search for a way home. The Metro stops became clogged with celebrants patriotically pushing and shoving to squeeze into the overcrowded trains. Buses were no better. The huge crowds shut down the nearby streets as men, women and children, young and old alike, ran after taxis and buses, even offering money to people with extra space in their cars...
...jumped into the midst of this chaos chasing after the last bus home. Fraternity and equality were forgotten as we ran through the crowd. All that mattered was liberty. The bus appeared in the distance and a cry went up. The very young, old and infirm were left in the dust as the mob surged forward. We dodged and wove our way to the bus with the knowledge that only the strong would survive. Dashing ahead of a gaggle of tourists in matching outfits, we leapt onto the bus roaring with victory as the doors closed on those...