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...finished with 12 strikeouts—and permitted just a single run. But sophomore Matt Rogers pulled the Crimson within one with a two-run homer in the top of the seventh, and Vance gave the team the lead with a two-run double later in the inning. Vance drove in another pair of runs off a tired Cramphin in the top of the eighth with a single to center. “The timely hitting was a big thing today,” Vance said. “I’m glad I’ve been helping...
...innings is unbelievable,” Kidder said. “It’s everything we could ask for as an offense, as a defense, and as a team.”The Crimson scored twice in the first on two hits and two Bears errors. Murphy drove in one with a double and scored the second on a double steal with Kerper. Harvard doubled its lead in the third on a two-run double from Bock.—Staff writer Ted Kirby can be reached at tjkirby@fas.harvard.edu...
...salesmen manning the store at the time called Markell, who was at his home doing bookwork. Markell drove to the store in five minutes and was shown a receipt for the Glock, which, the agents informed him, had killed many of those who had died at Virginia Tech that morning. The receipt, the agents said, had been in one of Cho's pockets, perhaps the pocket of his backpack, and had been discovered when his corpse was searched...
...Zimbabwe's second city, Bulawayo, with the intention of reporting on the ruinous policies that have turned Zimbabwe into one of the poorest and most repressive countries in the world. Foreign journalists are routinely refused permission to travel to Zimbabwe, so I entered the country as a tourist and drove south from Bulawayo to the goldfields of the Great Dyke. I was following tens of thousands of Zimbabweans who, as the economy collapsed, headed to the gold-mining region of Matabeleland, hoping the red hills might give up something to live on. My goal was to get a firsthand look...
...left court. Though the local authorities had let me go, there was no guarantee I would avoid being interrogated again by Mugabe's secret police. I jumped in my rental car and, calculating that the authorities would expect me to head south to South Africa or west to Botswana, drove 373 miles north to Zambia. An hour after nightfall, the road became muddy. It seemed to be raining. A rumbling filled the air. I looked left, and there, silver in the moonlight, framed between two cliffs, was Victoria Falls...