Word: hit
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Coach] Krass told me [Bales] was having trouble with low balls to her backhand, so I started slicing low to her backhand," Pollack said. "She was a hard hitter, and if I had tried to hit hard with her, it would have been a lot closer...
...tournament was a good experience for us," said Crimson forward Peri Wallace. "Even the worst team there, Central Connecticut, ran an excellent quick hit offense that gave a lot of the teams trouble. To play against that kind of competition can only be good...
...experiences in his music. When the Baline family fled the Russian pogroms in 1892 for the tenements of New York, young Israel was four. The Statue of Liberty was only a couple of years older. His father Moses, a cantor, died when the boy was eight, so he hit the streets in search of work. Izzy sang for pennies anywhere he could find listeners, finally landing a job as a singing waiter in a raffish Chinatown bistro; it was there that he wrote his first song, Marie from Sunny Italy, in partnership with the cafe's pianist. When the song...
...hit parade had begun. When his wife Dorothy Goetz died in 1912, Berlin poured out his grief in his first real ballad, When I Lost You. The Ziegfeld Follies of 1919 brought forth A Pretty Girl Is Like a Melody; 1924 saw both the tenderly brooding What'll I Do? and the valse triste All Alone. His courtship of heiress Ellin Mackay, granddaughter of an owner of the Comstock Lode, was breathlessly followed in the press, and their secret marriage in 1926, over her father's vigorous objections, made headlines. It also made standards like Always...
...this the pinnacle of Scott's luscious style or a parody of it? Maybe it's the spectacle of a director running for cover. Scott's last hit was Alien, a decade ago; these days his brother Tony directs the blockbusters (Top Gun, Beverly Hills Cop II). So Black Rain catches a gifted imagist between inspirations, biding his time without quite wasting ours...