Word: hops
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...baseball survives [April 30]. Is it because baseball does not require overt violence or repeated scoring to keep the true fan alert? Is it because hitting a baseball - a 100-m.p.h. fastball with a "hop," a curve that drops 2 ft., or a knuckleball that defies description- is the single most difficult feat required in all sports...
...Friday night, Sha Na Na was good, but nothing to break your date at the soda shop for. The group displayed a polished -- if mechanical -- mastery of that amorphous brand of Fifties songs that made the Chiffons what they are today. There were the usual highlights -- "At the Hop," "Rock and Roll Is Here to Stay," "Tell Laura I Love Her" -- and they all came off with a slick dexterity. But none of the songs made you really want to throw Mary Lou over your shoulder in mid-jitterbug or snuggle up in an end-of-the-dance waltz...
...orchestrated by conductor Dean Herington, gathered the best of the tunes into a lyrical bouquet; Herington's tiny orchestra was amazingly equal to the task of blowing Gabriel's horn and other feats. Whether squealing in her best New York accent or rousing the company with a Heaven Hop, Lise Landis is the tops as Moonface's gun moll. Playing the frocked gangster, Bill Nolan displays a hilarious good-hearted gooniness. Ann Ungar is an entertainer playing an entertainer; though she is sometimes a little too charming, she's splendid as Reno. As Billy and Hope, Richard von Rueden...
...scored its only run of the afternoon in the third inning. Engineer pitcher Yauch, who looked much better facing pitches than throwing them, got one of his two hits of the game in the third inning when he rifled an O'Malley pitch over the fence on one hop for a ground rule double. Shortstop Mike Dziekan and third baseman Dave Tirrell then singled to fill the bases...
...Belvedere Fountain. There they find Christ: an androgyne wearing a Superman sweatshirt. Repairing to a junkyard, which handles only clean and cute junk, they outfit themselves as a band of strolling players devoted to acting out the Passion against the picturesque backdrop of the modern Jerusalem (Manhattan!). The players hop, skip and bounce relentlessly through their routines as if the relevant saint for them was St. Vitus. Not that any of these rolling pebbles bring any passion to the Passion, since what they want to elicit from the audience is a series of ahs rather than a sense...