Word: hatefulness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...himself surrounded by ranchers, the local G.O.P. committeeman and the sheriff, who was wearing camouflage coveralls and carrying six arrows in his hip pocket-he was going deer hunting. Steve talked cattle and politics. Before he left, a tall man introduced himself: "I'm an Indian, and I hate to say it but I'm voting for Carter." That off his chest, he walked out. Later Steve said, "If we win, I'll be happy for my father. If we lose, I get my father back again. Either way, the family will be a winner...
They are up to it. Dunnock unfalteringly reveals the interwoven strands of love and hate in a mother's heart, and Joseph Maher is splendid in conveying the sleazy, yet captivating charm of one of life's eternal dropouts...
...easy to be a Yankee-hater in the old days; the hate still floats too, with this new, streamlined set of players, when they go on the road. Even if you know nothing about baseball, you know plenty about the Yankees. It's like knowing about New York. You know the Yankees were rich, they won all the time, they hit home runs and married movie stars. If you travel around America these days you'll still find a jealous irrational hatred for New York City. The Yankees represented that part of New York the rest of the country revenges...
...Next Mickey contest and Ray Fosse got hit by a cherry bomb which came flying from the second deck after he had started a brawl with both teams running out on the field to shove each other). Now you can go to see baseball played. Now you who hate the Yankees can go and hate in the old bitter and passionate and utterly unavenged way that you used to. It will do as much good now as it did them. Your poison is welcome. It means that at least for a moment the Yankees are the Yankees once more...
...centerfield bleachers stands the awesome left-field fence. Rising 37 feet from the ground and standing just 315 feet from home plate, it can transform routine pop-ups into home runs and rising line drives into mere singles. Mostly out of reverence (as opposed to either love or hate), the huge metal structure is nicknamed "The Green Monster." With it have ridden the bright-eyed hopes of right-handed sluggers, the greatest fears of southpaw pitchers, and a good deal of the suspense which comprises the Fenway mystique...