Word: midwesternizing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...scene of rural roads, buckets and barns is faithful to Knight's picture of the place. Driving along, he likes to count the hoops. His best player, Guard Steve Alford of New Castle, learned to count on a scoreboard. Ever since Alford was a high school "Mr. Basketball," the Midwestern equivalent of a peerage, even his regimen on the foul line has been as famous in Indiana as the frost. (Touch your socks, your shorts; one dribble, two dribbles, three; shoot, swish...
Both had come to an end in Joe Louis Arena, a big dome in the belly of this midwestern city. Both had come to an end in a game that neither Chiarelli nor his team wanted or expected...
...part, Dole's hesitation stems from his Midwestern reserve. With his vibrant voice, handsome face and extraordinary energy, he can dominate a large room with an aura of apparent self-confidence, but in one-on-one conversations he is surprisingly guarded. He often uses one-liners to deflect questions he does not want to answer. When he forgoes the quips, his replies are carefully phrased to neutralize any hint of boastfulness. He seldom initiates talk about the broken neck and shattered shoulder he suffered in combat with the Germans in Italy's Po Valley in 1945. But if pressed...
Like dieters, corporations always launch into restructuring programs with grand hopes. But the speediness of the results ranges widely, as illustrated by two giant Midwestern companies that have gone through drastic reorganizations. While a streamlining program enabled Control Data, the computer maker, to bounce back from near bankruptcy faster than almost anyone expected, a similar process at Firestone Tire & Rubber has proved frustratingly slow in restoring the company's vigor. Their stories...
Still, if some cynical calculation attended the making of Hoosiers, some honest craft went into it as well. Someone remembered, or went to the trouble of finding out, how it felt to live in a small Midwestern town in the 1950s, when there was nothing better to chew on than last week's game and nothing better to savor than next Friday's. By laconically contrasting images of despair and hope -- bleak winter fields and the throbbing heat and noise of a jam-packed gym in the fourth quarter when the game is close -- Director Anspaugh achieves an admirable objectivity...