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...year was greater than the team total of 14 of the 15 other major-league clubs. Yankee attendance ballooned to nearly 1.3 million, from 619,000 the previous year. The crowds came to watch the power and grace of the Babe at bat; they came to cheer his peculiar pigeon-toed trot as he rounded the bases after clouting one into the stands...
Durrell is horrified by this irony and notes that the last passenger pigeon on earth died in 1914−in a zoo. He has chosen the extinct dodo as SAFE'S emblem, and sports a button reading "Dodo Power," in the hope of dramatizing the urgency of the situation: the flightless bird was extinct only 186 years after Europeans landed on its home island of Mauritius. "The dodo was part of a delicate spider web that connects us all," says Durrell. "Every time you muck about with that web, it sends tremors all the way through...
...Duck v. Pigeon. "He's a natural egomaniac," says Powers. "But he's been a great help in picking up girls in Beverly Hills. I get out of the car, then he comes up and babbles a lot of nonsense, and the girls figure that anyone who knows anyone that mad can't be all bad." One such incident, however, turned out to be costly. Bobby, who had been drinking, fell asleep, and the girl walked off with $1,800 in cash from his trousers pocket. "There wasn't even any sex," says Riggs...
...contributed nothing substantial to the history of sexism in the '70s, the Riggs-King repartee has at least lent some much-needed humor. Billie Jean cannot resist getting into the spirit occasionally. She calls him "Roberta" and mocks his duck-footed waddle. "I'm pigeon-toed," she says, "so maybe this match should be billed as the duck v. the pigeon...
...generation. Crone.... a man who in a brief and fleeting moment at the end of a Yale football game, simultaneously snatched fame and infamy from the miasma of Harvard athletic history. End-zone Crone, a man fading, pumping, scrambling with an effortless inviolability, zeroing in like a computerized homing pigeon, tightening and tightening the frantic gyre until he could settle to his knees on that corner of the Endzone,clutching a football with a pregnant, held sigh, heaving that sigh, and mumbling, "Here, at least, is a spot that will be forever Crone." Maintaining his hold on that inconsequential little...