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...Brown, with Reed Eichner placing second...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Crimson Sports Scoreboard | 8/12/1977 | See Source »

When superstars exit from professional sports, they usually settle into comfortable and lucrative careers as shaving-cream endorsers, insurance salesmen or sportscasters. When Center Willis Reed left the New York Knicks three years ago, he went home to Bernice, La., to relax with his family. But the lure of the basketball court-and fond memories of his cheering fans during the Knicks' glory years-proved too strong. He eventually became a scout for his old team, and in March he signed on for a three-year stint as coach. At rookie camp at Monmouth College in New Jersey last...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Jul. 25, 1977 | 7/25/1977 | See Source »

This year's entry has Reynolds and a friend (Jerry Reed) accepting a bet that they can get from Georgia to Texas, pick up a truckload of Coors beer and bring it home in a day's time. The distance is 1,800 miles. The plan is for Burt, driving a sports car, to act as diversionary force if the Smokey Bears come around while Jerry chugs along with their precious (and, in Georgia, contraband) cargo...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Fun on the Farm | 6/20/1977 | See Source »

...door slammed, and it was Reed Camfort, his roommate. Camfort strode purposely into the room, his L.L. Bean hiking boots crushing errant tablets into flour, grinding them into the carpet, leaving white spots. He walked over to the stereo, picked out a disk, set it down on the turntable and flipped switched. "The Best of the Best of Merle Haggard" flowed through the air. Reed had put the stylus down on "Mama Tried." The volume was set on seven...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Any last words, buddy? | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

...Sure you haven't got any Luckies, Bell, Jesus Christ you got to have some Luckies. Goddam, didn't anybody go out and buy Luckies last night? Waht did you do, anyway?" I made a tremendous drug deal, you dumb bastard, Bell thought contentedly behind the inscrutable smile, and Reed disdainfully, with a sneer that spread across his face like jam on a child's that belied Merle Haggard, proletarian boots, and construction worker's cigarettes, picked a butt out of an ashtray overflowing with them. He lit it, burnt his nose, and Bell began to laugh, because it took...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Any last words, buddy? | 5/27/1977 | See Source »

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