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Word: felted (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...thing for her," said Graf. "She really had felt that she could win it. This is her special tournament." But Steffi never gave much thought to losing. "It would not be the way to go to the Grand Slam," she said. Australia, France and England are in hand, and only next month's American Open remains, in the first sweeping quest on either the men's or women's side since Margaret Court's in 1970. A "special player," a "super player," Martina called Graf, and some say she may soon be as strapped for an opponent as Mike Tyson...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: And Steffi Will Play the Winner | 7/18/1988 | See Source »

...citizenship; and Becker simply makes everyone smile. Losing to the sleepiest of the Swedes, he obstreperously slammed down his racket and curdlingly called out to the sky. But at the end, Becker gently touched Edberg's golden trophy and charmed people again. "I just wanted to remember how it felt," Boris laughed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: And Steffi Will Play the Winner | 7/18/1988 | See Source »

...Thomagata, the one-eyed, four-eared Colombian god of thunder, chastened by his encounter with the sun-god Bochica? Or was it Chonchonyi, the revolting, bloodsucking god of Chile with the long, flapping ears? Shuddering, I stepped into the shower. As the hot, healing liquid bathed my shoulders, I felt like . . . like . . . like Kappa, the solemn little Japanese water demon, renowned for his punctilious manners. Or perhaps like Ahto, the water god of the ancient Finns, who lived under a sea cliff. (But then perhaps not. Ahto's beard was made of moss, and I had shaved already...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: The Gods Are Crazy | 7/18/1988 | See Source »

...question broke through my reverie: "Is everything clear?" "Right you are," I answered smartly. "The new version will be on your desk this afternoon." Back in my office, though, it was hard to concentrate. The little cursor on the blank computer screen blinked incessantly, like an accusing Cyclops. I felt like Sisyphus, endlessly, futilely pushing a rock up a hill. Oh, that I were Nabu, the Mesopotamian god of writing and destiny, whose powers could alter the days allotted to men in this life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Essay: The Gods Are Crazy | 7/18/1988 | See Source »

...least one fan expressed the sentiments of reliever Bob Stanley, who felt it was unfair to fire McNamara shortly before the game rather than earlier in the three-day, All-Star break...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Red Sox Fire McNamara | 7/15/1988 | See Source »

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