Word: niners
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...embraced America with gusto. Now he runs his own company, American Ballet Theater. He speaks bravura English, full of vivid slang and the silly puns that Russians seem to love. "Let's see, how American am I?" he asks. "Well, I'm not a Yankee fan or a Forty-Niner, and I don't like Coca-Cola or pink shirts. But I love television, fast cars and corn. That's pretty American...
...long as nominations are being offered, Forty-Niner linebacker Jack Reynolds deserves an award for his unorthodox style of celebrating. According to the Globe's page-one story on Monday, the NFL veteran gathered the San Francisco defense around him after staging a gutsy goal-line stand in the third quarter. Reynolds then proceeded to unhitch his pants and empty his bladder in the endzone. If nothing else, it's a new wrinkle in the poise-under-pressure theme...
None of us can quite figure out when this obsession with the Forty-Niners began. It must have started some time this summer, though, because when we returned to school this fall, gone were the posters of California surfers, Hawaiian sunsets and her beloved golden retriever. In their place were Forty Niner team schedules, individual pictures of the players, and a monstrous poster of the team in its full splendor. Forty-Niner pennants decorated her bulletin board, and Sunday afternoons were devoted to tracking down the Forty-Niner results, preempting all other television shows if the team happened...
Recently, I am sorry to report, Susan's disease has escalated in severity. When the Forty-Niners were behind the Dallas Cowboys in the recent NFC playoff, Susan was as vocal as any of the men in the Kirkland House television room, screaming her directions to the oblivious coaches on the screen, and exultantly replaying every Forty-Niner first down verbally. When wide receiver Dwight Clark made the amazing catch in the final seconds of the game that lifted the Forty-Niners to victory, Susan was almost deranged in her delight. In fact, my normally frugal roommate called home...
With the Super Bowl fast approaching, Susan has lapsed into total Forty-Niner adoration. A record that recently arrived in the mail from home entitled, "Go Forty-Niners" blasts from our stereo system constantly. Although we tolerated almost any form of music--from opera to disco--this song has driven all of us away in despair. A cross between hokey Western nasal twanging and weak rock-and-roll, this particular fight song--coined especially for Sunday's big event--boasts cloying lyrics like, "Go Forty-Niners/Take it all the way/You can win the Super Bowl/And keep the trophy...