Word: rods
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...left the Bulls without the good-shooting forward for whom they longed. "We were disappointed that he didn't come out and at least try out," Bulls' general manager Rod Thorn said yesterday, adding, "We felt he had a legitimate chance to make our team...
...poet would be granted a guarantee of immunity, like Lear's Fool, to criticize Government policy as he wishes. The plan might open up an interesting game: select the poet who goes with the President. Thus James Dickey probably would belong more with Lyndon Johnson than with Carter; Rod McKuen might be Carter's bard (although the President's favorite poet, officially, is Dylan Thomas). Ronald Reagan's lyricist might have been the late Oscar Hammerstein II; he would have to pick another. Eisenhower's? Edgar Guest. J.F.K.'s? Another lyricist, perhaps: Alan...
...forced the Mexicans into his truck at gunpoint and then summoned his father George, 67, and brother Patrick, who accused the Mexicans of robbing his trailer home the previous month. The Hanigans, according to police, next stripped and tied the Mexicans and beat them with pistols and a metal rod. The cattlemen were alleged to have scorched the soles of Ruelas' feet with a hot poker and threatened to castrate and hang the trio. Finally the captors freed the aliens, pumping shotgun pellets into their backs and legs as they scrambled across the border to Agua Prieta...
Borg's niche in Wimbledon history is already spaciously secure. In the modern tennis era, only one man, Australia's Rod Laver, has won four Wimbledon crowns...
Rune Borg won the tournament. His son rushed up to congratulate him?and asked him to claim the racquet. "There were other prizes on the table," the elder Borg remembers, "and I wanted to have a joke on Bjorn. So I picked up another prize, a fishing rod. His face fell so, he looked like he would cry. I put down the rod real quick and picked up the tennis racquet and said, This will be my prize...