Word: rimming
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...first period was no contest as U.N.H. jumped away to a 6-0 lead. Crimson defensive play was shoddy throughout the period, several times allowing New Hampshire attacks to take underguarded shots on the rim of the crease...
...strobo-scopic flicker machine that has the effect, at 15 flashes per second, of inducing the shakes in some viewers (Belson keeps his flicker to a safe eight flashes per second). Jacobs controls the sound from a console that is hooked into twelve three-story loudspeakers located about the rim of the planetarium, plus four bass speakers around the room. By turning a crank he can produce rings of sound racing smoothly about the dome's circumference. He can also make his sound tinkle and drip from side to side or leap in front of or behind an audience...
...Near the rim of the earth's gravitational pit is a much smaller pit belonging to the moon. An object shot away from the earth at 24,800 m.p.h. will reach the boundary, about 34,000 miles short of the moon, where the moon's pull is as strong as the earth's. If it reaches this point with a small velocity, it will fall on the moon. If it crosses the line at good speed, it will shoot past the moon, its course merely deflected. This is what happened to the Lunik...
...abuse at a panting Kentucky player. Out on the floor of Louisville's Freedom Hall, the University of Kentucky basketball team was botching plays, losing passes, defending raggedly against an alert Illinois team. Coach Adolph Rupp relaxed only when a last-ditch Illinois shot rolled harmlessly off the rim, preserving a 76-75 Kentucky victory. Sighed the Baron: "That one nearly killed...
...remembering ear and might have materialized in the cinnamon-brown clouds that brushed like a dark breath over the cheek of the softening mocha and amethyst horizon. The east slipped to peace amid a resentment of raddled colors, the sun dipped beneath the great lip of the earth's rim and the landscape dark as an ancient photograph, warm and old as the closed volume of its million passion years, sublimated into the uncomprehending and excellent excrescence of the pale poppy-seed dimension, timeless, in the hand of whatever great essence contains the world in the forests of his brows...