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...radical methodology, Princeton has given the professor a fair share of its own detractors. The September 2005 cover of Princeton’s humor magazine The Princeton Tiger, for instance, features a vaguely offensive caricature of Cornel West playing beer pong and wearing a golden dollar sign pennant around his neck...
...cruelest month, and we're not talking weather. For 88 years it has been a final resting place for the World Series dreams of both the White Sox and Cubs, an epically painful calendar of defeat pockmarked by Bartman (the dopey fan who may have cost the Cubs the pennant in 2003) and the "Black Sox" (the team that threw the 1919 Series). The record had been equaled only by the Boston Red Sox, whose curse-crushing triumph last year proved that nobody can lose forever. So as the White Sox legions watched their team's opening games against...
...newest member of the Manassas Mets, a summer baseball team fighting for the 2005 pennant in the local chapter of the National Adult Baseball Association. We have all woken up way too early on this Sunday morning and driven to a deserted field behind a church to take on Schourek?...
...Siberia to him. To hazard an even more purple metaphor, his world had become a large cell. The bars were pinstripes. There were pinstripes on his commuter train, pinstripes on his subway, and pinstripes in his office, all reminding him of those damned pinstriped Yankees winning pennant after pennant up in the Bronx. Powers hated pinstripes and he hated the Yankees. In the early ?60s, the Yanks were the last team standing almost every year, so New York was a tough town for a Sox fan to be in-as it would be, and for all the same reasons...
...their bus. They settled into their seats, cracked open ?Gansetts and started chattering away in BLOHARDS fashion. ?Surely Oil Can Boyd will win 20 games this season, and surely the Sox will score 900 runs . . . Surely we?ll finish ahead of the Yanks, surely we?ll win the pennant . . .Surely we?ll be World Champions, just like we were only yesterday, in 1918 . . .? One by one, BLOHARDS fells asleep. When they awoke, they were back in New York, exiles again, forced anew to take what nourishment they might from those unreasonable dreams of hope...