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...cross-hatched cuts of Fenway's grass, the flag blowing out to straight away center, the packed Park shouting "Loo-ee, Loo-ee." Next slide, Freddie Lynn's arching home run finding its way to the Sox bullpen, click, the ugly scene of Lynn's body sprawled at the base of the Monster, a dissolve and a fade-in with the scoreboard Reds 6 Sox 3. Click, the Carbo miracle settling into the center field seats, click, Doyle out at the plate, the victory postponed, Morgan robbed by the golden glove of Evans, and finally the dancing, prancing Carlton Fisk...
...reader realizes that not every professional ballpark is a Fenway Park, with neatly manicured grass and perfectly groomed infield dirt. Instead, the reader is confronted with Anderson County Stadium, where the infield is as hard as cement, and the outfield looks as though a bunch of kids had just finished having a rock fight...
Last Saturday afternoon, Brewmaster McCurdy had an intuitive notion. His Harriers, sporting a less-than-impressive 0-5 record, were facing the Brown speed-sters in a few hours. Young, inexperienced, greener than the grass at Franklin Park, his boys were not heavy favorites to win the race. Still, McCurdy, "sensed trouble brewing for the Bruins." By the end of the after noon, the notion not to be denied, Harvard had come away with its first victory of the season...
...railroaded out of the Foreign Service, or at best shunted off to obscure posts far from Asia. Their salient fault was to have reported on China as they saw it: America's ally, Chiang Kaishek, looked to them like a loser in 1944, and the Communists, with their grass-roots appeal, like winners. Later, during the early 1950s, the investigators willfully confused prediction with preference until it became plausible to say, as one of them did, that the Foreign Service officers "planned to slowly choke to death and destroy the government of the Republic of China and build...
Junk thought. No graduate of the Wharton School of Business ever pur sued his ambitions at IBM with as much single-mindedness. Mark had all the inverted status symbols: a trusty old Volkswagen, a loyal mongrel dog, a commune in a good neighborhood and a larder stuffed with choice grass and macrobiotic snacks. But there is a serpent in every Eden; Mark's was mental illness...