Word: field
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...hedge fund. As stocks have come down, I have reapplied that money to the market in a gingerly fashion. But the bulk of our spare cash is quietly benched in the bond market, waiting patiently for another 500-point sell-off to be put back on the stock field. Long-termers: Strictly sit tight. October too shall pass...
...slacks are gone. Tonight he's in uniform, badge and gun plainly visible, working the parking lots. "Oh, high school days," he sighs as he orbits the stadium grounds. "Hey, what's your name, and where do I know you from?" Dreher asks a kid lurking outside the field. "I think you know me from getting into trouble, little things," the boy says sheepishly...
...half time Webster is way ahead, 48-14. As the players jog off the field, a girl screams, "Bobby! Bobby!" But Bobby doesn't hear her. He still hasn't got his touchdown. In the locker room, Coach Ice throws cold water on them. "I don't want to be happy beating a bad football team by four touchdowns. If we play a good team, we can't do crap like this. I want to play good football all the time...
When half time is over, Principal Voss corrals kids back into the stands. "There are parents and alums who are always here, always in the same seats," she says. Then she pauses, looking out over the field. "The kids always say they can't wait to get away from here," she remarks, with the knowing tone of one who has seen generations seep through her school, "but they always end up coming back...
...second half is crushing, merciless. Webster scores again and again, Finally, finally, Beth's swain puts his arm around her. But time has been ticking down. Just as he does it, defensive back Carl Whittaker intercepts and runs from his own 10 all the way down the field and scores as the clock runs out. Beth leaps up and screams, and the boy's arm slides off--for now. Webster wins 61-14. The crowd whoops, the cheerleaders kick, parents, including Bobby's, run out onto the field to grab their smelly kids and hug them...