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...since Steve & Barry's, the fast-growing retailer, and Stephon Marbury, the oddball NBA point guard, got behind the Starbury brand. Their message: You don't have to break the bank for a sweet pair of sneaks...
...Barry's faces hurdles of its own. EleVen should score, but Wallace, 33, is past his prime. Then there's the Marbury mystery. He has always baffled fans with his dual talents for driving to the hoop and saying loopy things, like when he called himself the best point guard in the league (not by a long shot). Now he's baffling Steve & Barry's. Marbury has a financial stake in Big Ben's success, but Venus Williams stands on her own. She has won six Grand Slams, after all. Still, Marbury is irked. "I'm doing sneakers...
...think A-Rod is full of it? Next to Bryant, he's an angel. Like Rodriguez, the Los Angeles Laker guard stops you in your tracks when he's on TV. The twisting layups, fadeaway jumpers - he's simply Jordan-esque. So it's a shame he makes it practically impossible to focus on and fully appreciate his athletic prowess. Here's a guy who might have won five or more titles by now if he could just share the spotlight - and the ball. But back in 2004, he pushed Shaquille O'Neal out of Tinseltown...
...pound away on that point, adding to it his criticism of her refusal to apologize for her Iraq war vote (Edwards long ago asked for forgiveness on that same vote) and her support last month of a resolution calling on President Bush to label as terrorists the Iranian Revolutionary Guard Corps. He has also come out swinging on other policy matters - voicing his opposition this week to a bipartisan bill to limit greenhouse gas emissions, which he says doesn't go far enough, as well as to the Peru Free Trade Agreement before Congress right now. He's also proposed...
...dark red undead. Perhaps we just really, really like pretending we’re pirates? Whatever the reason, Halloween really brings out the best in Harvard’s social life. Free parties abound, costumes are creative (or at least skimpy), and everyone seems to let his or her guard down. Pagan origins notwithstanding, the holiday is a lot of fun. I found myself knee-deep in the merriment early Saturday morning, wading down Bow St. along with hundreds of refugees from the aforementioned fire alarm debacle. Steven A. Franklin ’10 was there, wearing a Robin Hood...