Word: icing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Czechoslovaks lost another part of their small measure of liberty because of an outburst of joy over an athletic victory. Last weekend the whole nation tuned in on radio and television as Czechoslovakia's ice hockey team met Russia's in the international finals at Stockholm. In a bruising, hard-fought contest, the Czechoslovaks won 4 to 3; it was their second straight victory over the Soviets, and moved them into a tie with Russia and Sweden for first place. Because of the tie, the championship was decided by the total goals scored, and the title went...
...scared. Trees appeared out of nowhere; the cold air slapped me in the face at every turn. Soon, after a bump that sent me a foot in the air, I lost my grip and fell into the snow. As Tim went zoomnig off without me, I sank into the ice. I tried to get up, and I tripped. Twenty or 30 yards later, he realized what had happened. I got up and stumbled towards him, shouting profuse embarrassed apologies. Tim waited, revving up the motor. His face was red and he was smiling, crookedly. "You'll have to do better...
...only a thousandth of an inch deep. There was about twice as much water vapor in the Northern Hemisphere (where it is now late summer) than in the southern half (where it is late winter). This suggests that the excess vapor in the north came from the melting ice...
...contract, making Orr one of the highest-paid hockey players in history. Bobby-all 5 ft. 11 in., 175 Ibs. of him-justifies his price tag every minute of play. Fearlessly aggressive, he once spotted Detroit's Gordie Howe 30 lbs. and lifted him clear oft the ice. Orr also has, as Teammate Ted Green puts it, "18 speeds of fast," and he is equally effective on offense. Says Toronto Defenseman Tim Horton: "Bobby's biggest asset is the way he moves the puck. He skates better than most forwards and has a wonderful sense of anticipation...
Like the locale is different, see, but every time it's the same girl. The door bell rings and there she is, in a peekaboo miniskirt and a see-through blouse. She says she wants some ice cubes, but what she really wants is me . . . Half an hour later I look up from my pillow. "Pardon me," I say, playing it sophisticated, "but aren't you Raquel Welch...