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...pitch in the first big league game he ever saw. He was a 20-game loser (twice) for Casey Stengel's fledgling Mets. Recently he coached Sparky Anderson's pitchers to a World Series championship in Detroit and revolutionized that staff and others with his proliferating invention, the split-finger fastball. Late in a summer of 100 losses, the Giants summoned Craig from retirement in 1985. "I've known many kinds of fun," he remembered last week, "but nothing like this." When the earth moved, Craig instinctively reached for his Tiger ring. "They're not so easy to come...
...that contained more damaging details. The story described how C-SPAN, a cable- TV network, had filmed Biden lying about his academic credentials at a campaign stop in Claremont, N.H., earlier this year. What was truly devastating was the tape itself, aired on TV last week. There was Biden, finger jabbing the air, haranguing a man who had asked about his law-school record. After boasting that he had a "much higher I.Q. than you do," Biden passionately recited a highly exaggerated list of his academic accomplishments. He said, for example, he had graduated in the "top half...
...ready to collapse under the pressure of revelation -- and sometimes it literally does, as when the back wall of the otherwise "normal" domestic scene of The Virgin and Christ in the House of Nazareth dissolves in clouds of fulgid light while the young Jesus, foreseeing his Passion, pricks his finger on a thorn...
...editors. All blame Reagan for not having enough news conferences, interviews and appearances to fill their needs. When the President does show up, the result is what one network official calls a "feeding frenzy," with flying elbows, shouts, roars, groans. Reagan could shut it off with a stern finger-pointing. Harry Truman would have cut the bunch down to pips and squeaks with one of his nasal tongue-lashings. It used to hurt good...
Then on to Monroe, where Sam had providentially organized an indoor speech, with finger sandwiches and factory air. Salt circles appeared on everyone's clothing. Leaving that building with its high brick walls and Boston ferns, shrimp on ice and tall, cool drinks was like being told you had won the lottery at lunch and then at supper being called an April Fool. When told to reboard, we fools fell in line like a chain gang...