Word: hooks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...milking pit, Mike Brentz, a burly offshore oil worker, lifts a snake from a garbage can and places it on a small center table. Carefully he flattens and immobilizes its head with a hook and picks it up just behind the jaw. He sticks the tail between his legs to keep it from coiling free and hangs the snake's fangs over a glass beaker. When he squeezes, a teaspoon of venom drips out. Then he walks around the pit giving spectators a close-up of the snake's satiny pink mouth, its curved fangs, black tongue. When Kelly Head...
...Peters, insists that "winning and losing are both team efforts" and the blame for the Orioles' decline belongs to "me, the owner, the manager, the players and the farm system." But the emphasis should be on the owner. Like a lot of men who made it on their own hook in other fields, Williams came to believe he knew baseball better than his baseball people and favored the quick, free-agent fixes that the organization historically disdained...
...phone has been ringing off the hook at Kayode Owens' house in Teaneck, , N.J. Owens, 17, a black football star and high school senior with strong SAT scores (1,320 out of a possible 1,600), has told his mother to let it ring. Representatives of Cornell, Columbia, Swarthmore, Yale, Brown, Bowdoin and Harvard -- all of which have accepted him for next fall -- have been urging him to come. Bowdoin flew him to Brunswick, Me., gratis, for a two-day love feast for minority prospects, complete with a dance at the Afro-American house and a coq au vin dinner...
...with his head. One voice demanded to be told where he found the gumption to strut his meager stuff before the same footlights that had illuminated the talents of Ella Fitzgerald, Gladys Knight and Michael Jackson. A second and more kindly presence kept urging him to wriggle off the hook. The next stop would be his last chance to walk across the platform and jump the first train home. "Save yourself," the voice said, reminding him yet again that the Wednesday crowd at the Apollo was the meanest, most capricious mob since the days of Nero's circus...
...failure has a human face, it is undoubtedly the Day-Glo visage of the Apollo clown, Wednesday night's equivalent of old vaudeville's hook around the neck. Feet flapping, arms flailing, trousers billowing, horn honking, he capered onstage to the immense delight of all but his mute victim. Arthur took one look and ran like a rabbit. Downstairs, he tried to be positive: "Tonight, well, I guess I wasn't good enough. But I'll be back...