Word: mounded
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Would he ever! Armed with those few scraps of data, the Senator contacted the National Institute on Aging and suggested that the group might want to hold a conference to investigate the phenomenon further. The NIA agreed, and held two meetings during the following year, compiling a mound of research that strengthened the database considerably...
...will probably win an unprecedented fifth Cy Young pitching award this year. Still, the folks in Major League Baseball's promotion department must dread him. He doesn't even look like an athlete. His 175 lbs. are a little doughy, and when he's not on the mound in contact lenses, the guy wears nerdy glasses...
...similarly unshowy on the mound. Maddux doesn't get tons of strikeouts (not even 200 in a year; the record is 383). He doesn't pitch a lot of shutouts. In other words, he doesn't starve batters--he just serves them table scraps, stuff they can't really smack. Lots of his pitches dribble into the infield. Almost none fly out of the park (only five this year and none in his five face-offs against McGwire). Jim Palmer, a Hall of Fame pitcher, calls Maddux "a master at late movement," a baseballese way of saying his pitches dance...
WASHINGTON: Newt Gingrich is at the mound, and whipping curveballs at President Clinton. On Tuesday House Republicans suddenly revived Clinton's bid for fast-track powers to negotiate trade agreements; Wednesday saw them defer a vote on IMF funding until September. "Republicans are delaying the IMF vote to build up their leverage in September's budget fight," says TIME correspondent Jay Carney. "By introducing fast-track at the same time, they're trying to soften corporate criticism of their IMF stand by supporting pro-business legislation -- and making the Democrats squirm by reviving their most divisive issue...
...months ago the truth finally became impossible to ignore. A tiny mound of dried mud appeared on the bathroom ceiling; when Patrick scraped it aside and peered into the quarter-size hole underneath, he saw them--pale white termites, hundreds of them, scurrying through the dank darkness above. "I freaked out," he says. "I grabbed a can of Raid and blasted it into the hole"--about as effective as using a water pistol on a herd of rampaging elephants...