Word: pete
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...first day in the majors, the centerfielder walked, then took off for second base. Eighty years later, players are still trying to catch Ty Cobb. Maury Wills first did it in 1962 when he ran by the old mark of 96 stolen bases in a season. Now Pete Rose, barring calamity, will exceed the hallowed record of 4,191 hits. But, like Wills, he will surpass only the man, not the icon...
...happenstance. But his shorter ration of the day's glory was predictable. When Carew said, "I'm just very glad it's over," the sigh recalled Henry Aaron's relief in 1974 after hitting the 715th home run that bettered Babe Ruth. "Aaron was as good as Willie Mays," Pete Rose thinks, "just not as famous." In the year of Rose's assault on Ty Cobb, Carew took his usual place in the off-light with a practiced grace...
...Staubach's Pat Boone. But they came to be stuffed and mounted together and cried along with Simpson during the inductions at Canton, Ohio. As Namath searched the sky for a hangdog man in a houndstooth hat, the late Alabama coach Bear Bryant, he also shared the honors with Pete Rozelle, a football commissioner who once insisted Joe quit the saloon business. For some such mischief never revealed, Bryant kicked Namath off Alabama's team for the last game of the 1963 season and the Sugar Bowl. "Coach Bryant," Namath said, and his voice cracked like crystal...
...Africa President Ken Kragen has already lined up Tina Turner, Bill Cosby, Pete Rose, Kenny Rogers and Lionel Richie to lend support, and Coca-Cola has signed on as the first sponsor. Kragen hopes to raise some $50 million; in the first days after it was announced, "Hands" raked in some $365,000 in $10 to $35 telephone pledges from enthusiasts around the country who called...
...goes on to say that "the clatter brings back memories of old days of glory in the field when I was a boy among giants. My uncle lifted me up and put me on the seat so I could ride alongside him. The harness jingled on Brownie and Pete and Queenie and Scout, and we bumped along in the racket, row by row. Now all the giants are gone; everybody's about my size or smaller. Few people could lift me up, and 1 don't know that I'm even interested...