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...Zilchy zilch.And I’ve been known to raise my voice a time or two or million to do my best to get the crowd going to support our teams—be it football or field hockey or basketball or women’s soccer.But our Crazies haven??t really got it. We need to learn from the cheering squad from which we ganked our fan club’s namesake. Yes, those crazies down in Cameron Indoor (aka, Cameron Crazies, get it?) were the staple for loud, obnoxious, and also, yes, creative college fandom...
...lesser-mobile Pizzotti got in on the action, running through wide holes created by the offensive line. “Going into this past week, the coaches challenged the offense to run the ball effectively,” Ho said. “Running the ball is something we haven??t been able to do consistently in the past two weeks.” Last weekend, the offensive line answered the call. “Today was their present,” Pizzotti added. Harvard came out of the gates rolling against Lafayette, scoring...
...said.Sheeleigh echoed Leone’s sentiments on Harvard’s play up top.“Today everything just came together in the final third,” the sophomore said. “We’ve been really strong defensively all year, but offensively we haven??t been making connections. Today was just a breakthrough game for the offense. Between Melanie Baskind, Christina Hagner, and[me], we just all work together and we were just all on the same page and just collaborated to be dangerous.”Captain Nicole Rhodes missed...
...knows everything”—by making her believe she is insane. Olive decides to steal articles of clothing from her daughter-in-law knowing that “there will be moments now when Susan will doubt herself, calling out Christopher, are you sure you haven??t seen my shoe?” While Olive’s actions may be shocking, they make the reader admire her for creating a unique way to find joy and amusement from her shear disappointment of losing her son to a woman she neither likes nor trusts. After...
...survivors, a song drilled into the head of the narrator, who is eventually overcome by these ghosts of the past. Moya’s descriptive language captures the narrator’s progressive deterioration, so that by the end of the book, the author makes us wonder if we haven??t lost a bit of ourselves in this violent, perversely comedic account. We are glad to escape with only the scars of those final, apocalyptic words: “Everybody’s fucked. Be grateful you left.”—Staff writer Denise...