Word: fatted
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...YEARS AGO, Bill Bradley's book, A Sense of Where You Are, spoke well for his position as the model white suburban youth with aspirations to play in professional sports. He had methodized and refined basketball so that fat, second-rate coaches would quote his book glowingly at basketball camps, boys would imitate over-the-shoulder and slow, funny-looking foul shots, and--Bradley now realizes--fathers would allow a fifty cent paperback with pictures to replace them. His hook shot, as he diagrammed it, evolved in nine parts; he exercised his peripheral vision by identifying trees across the street...
...Yorker's fine baseball writer, is more than just a baseball writer. To me Angell, the shadow of a face hovering behind the dead gray membrane of the page, was a slightly stooped and slightly touched old gentleman carefully picking his way through the crowd--a dignified scramble over fat knees and waving programs--making his way to a lazy bleacher perch, pulling out his pencil, squinting from beneath his cap. Haunting the parks from San Diego to Fenway, living out of a duffel bag, sadly crusading for the survival of true baseball fanaticism in a cruel, uncaring world...
...increase over three years. If that happens, the brokerage firm calculates, tire prices will rise 6% this year and 3% in each of the next two years. The Interstate Commerce Commission last week approved a 6% increase in freight rates that truck lines had requested in anticipation of a fat Teamsters contract; the truckers are expected to ask for another 7% to 8% next year. The C.P.I, rose at an annual rate of only 2.4% in March, but nobody expects the rate to stay that low. If wages push up prices, hopes for holding the inflation rate below 6% this...
...action proceeds mainly as a kind of extended barracks-room bull session. But eventually, sexual desire between Richie and Carlyle triggers a racist diatribe from Billy. Suddenly Carlyle flips out his switchblade, slashes Billy (apparently mortally) and then carves up a fat intruding master sergeant, killing him. Physically and dramatically, this seems like an arbitrarily gory denouement, but the logic of inevitable violence has governed the play all along...
...like you just couldn't walk into a coffee house in the Village or even Roseland Dance City any more, listen to Sly (Dance to the Music) or like the Byrds (Hey Mr. Tangerine Man) and not walk out without some sort of ideology or a big fat lump in your throat. Bo Diddley was passe; Buddy Holly and the Big Bopper were, respectively, dead; Cream was strictly for Anglophiles; you were growing up--bye, bye Ms. American pie--you needed consciousness, man, Albert Shanker had taken over the nation's schools; now his half-brother Ravi was sitaring...