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...after Harvard loaded the bases in the next frame, back-to-back Husky errors on potential double-play balls allowed three runners to come home.But Northeastern chipped away at its deficit, pulling within one in the fourth on a two-run double by DiCesare that concluded a superb nine-pitch at-bat and chased Crimson starter Ben Sestanovich. Max Warren, who was Harvard’s most reliable pitcher in the early portion of the Ivy schedule but has struggled of late, got out of the fourth-inning jam but allowed the Huskies to take a 6-5 lead...
BOSTON—In the third inning of yesterday’s game against Northeastern, shortstop Jeff Stoeckel blasted a pitch off the fence in left field. The senior sprinted toward first, but as he turned the corner toward second he quickly retreated and settled for a single...
Bottom of the 10th: - PITCHING CHANGE: Zach Hofeld takes the mound. The rookie made a big impression with his complete game, 2-1 victory over Cornell. Let's see if he can build on that momentum. - Nice play by Kramer who charged in from first base to make a sliding catch for out number one. - Maguire walks in a six-pitch at-bat. Runner on first, one out. - A come-backer to Hofeld nearly results in a double play, but a strong throw from Stoeckel comes in just late as DiCesare legs it out avoid making the final...
Change can make all the difference in pitching, whether it’s changing speeds, changing locations, or even changing roles. For captain Shelly Madick and the Crimson softball team, one change—moving Madick from her traditional task as a starter to more of a hybrid starter/closer role—has made batters miss more than any other. Madick, the reigning Ivy League Pitcher of the Year and a unanimous First Team All-Ivy pick last season, took some time to hit her stride this season. After a rocky outing against Princeton on March 30, when Madick gave...
...These exchanged insults drove the couple into a lustful frenzy. Frederick’s trousers bunched up around his knees, and Felicity’s moans increased in both pitch and volume. With each thrust, with each delicious rush of sensation, they swore oaths at each other. It was an apotheosis of spiteful desire, the consummation of years of recrimination and regret. “I hate you,” Felicity panted. “I hate you!” She raked her fingernails down his back...