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...assistance of some Big Green relief issues, Harvard refused to accept its fate.Down 8-2 in the top of the ninth inning, shoddy Dartmouth pitching and defense combined with timely Crimson hits to bring Harvard back into the game, as the team strung together eight runs in the frame to steal the game from the Big Green.Dartmouth pitcher Bobby Steinsdoerfer failed to find the strike zone on a consistent basis, and when he did the Crimson had his number. A walk, two wild pitches, a pair of hit batters, and five Harvard hits led to six runs, as the Crimson...
...that frame, the teams traded shots, Harvard taking nine and Yale taking seven, and alternated groundball pickups, 7-8. The same was true in the second period from which the teams emerged locked in a very close battle, with the score 5-4 in favor of the Bulldogs...
...today,” Madick said. “She really stepped up when we needed that last win to clinch and it was great that she was able to do that for us.”In relief, sophomore Dana Roberts kept it scoreless for the final three frames, surrendering a single hit and striking out three.In the third inning, the Crimson turned a one-run game into the 6-0 lead it held through the end of the contest. Back-to-back singles by freshmen Emily Henderson and Ellen Macadam came around to score when sophomore Jessica Pledger...
...need to be at right now if we want to win a championship.” BOSTON COLLEGE 6, HARVARD 4The second game at Solider’s Field was a dramatic affair. Boston College was the first to cross the plate with two runs in the opening frame. Those were the only two runs that Harvard starting pitcher Bailey Vertovez gave up.The Crimson scored all of its runs in a four-run fifth inning. But the Eagles didn’t take long to respond. Boston College got their first two batters on base to start the sixth inning...
...step of no return. Her eyes saw the array of sharp tools laid upon the shelf as though in wait for her. Her hand moved again through the dusty gloom, selected a pitchfork, clutched it to her breast.“Viscountess Fabreigh?”She turned. There, framed in the doorway, one hand entwined about the harsh leather of the reins, dark blond curls breathing with a life of their own in the slight morning breeze, stood The Stable Boy.It was all she could do to whisper: “Yes?”“Viscountess...