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...will be able to replicate Moore’s effort this time around. Colgate overachieved last season and expecting top honors in 2004-2005 would be too much to ask. But that doesn’t mean the Raiders won’t finish near the top of the heap. To do so, they’ll rely upon Jon Smyth, who scored 42 points last year and emerged as a bona fide scoring threat and stalwart netminder Steve Silverthorn...
...happened to be “Head Body Limbs,” a 1967 piece by Franz Erhard Walther made up of a large rectangular piece of cream-colored canvas with its two back corners hooked into the wall and the rest of the cloth piled in an untidy heap on the floor. The label said this was another piece I could touch, and I tried to determine what I was supposed to do with it. Only this was ten times worse than looking at “Wave;” now I was self-conscious because...
With Harvard down to the one-yard line, Fitzpatrick faked the handoff to Dawson, who dramatically lunged over the heap of players into the endzone while Fitzpatrick rolled out right searching for a receiver. As a Brown defender dragged him to the turf, the Crimson captain flipped the ball underhand to junior fullback Kelly Widman for an apparent score...
...view is the notion that by not placing in the top three spots in competitions, an athlete has somehow failed us. Thanks in large part to the media, moreover, a low medal count is supposed to be cause for national concern, even embarrassment. What a burden to heap on our Olympians! How well or poorly Canadian athletes have done at any Olympics has never affected my pride in my country one bit. John D. Avery Winnipeg, Canada
Booker (pronounced BOO-kehr, but still what a great name for a resort manager) points me to the compost heap, where there should be no shortage of “verms.” The sort of fishing I’ve done has always been with lures or not-live bait. After shoveling through four feet of partially decomposed fruit, hay and cow shit I faintly glimpse ugly translucent wiggles—not the cute pink type I used to step on in my driveway after a rain or the kind I opened up in freshman bio?...