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Eric T. Westerfield, a former defensive lineman at Hamilton College, knows a thing or two about how to sack a quarterback. But as the Harvard football team’s defensive line coach and recruiting coordinator looks to replace the five members of his D-line who will graduate this spring, it’s not one recruit’s lack of explosion after the snap that’s giving him headaches. “This kid has a 3.8 GPA and a 1,270 on his SAT’s,” he says...
...every cross-Atlantic Coldplay, there are a hundred sad-sack, pasty-faced British guitar bands which most Americans never hear. Doves had their moment here (I even saw The Strokes open for them a couple of years ago), and Travis are known by connoisseurs of the mopey acoustic, but they are the elite in a genre as ubiquitous in Britain as emo was in the US. Americans don’t produce enough earnest strummings locally, so they import it from across the pond to meet the limited demand. What America does produce in abundance doesn’t often...
...captain linebacker Dante Balestracci’s defense took over, swarming Bears rusher Brent Grinna on second down before punishing Brown quarterback Kyle Slager with a nine-yard sack on the next play...
Sure, the family seems dysfunctional on TV, but behind the scenes at the sitcom Everybody Loves Raymond, things are really dysfunctional. Brad Garrett, far left, who plays Raymond's sad-sack brother Robert, isn't happy about his reported $160,000-an-episode salary, and he hasn't shown up for work since the show started filming its upcoming season last week. The producers had to write him out of the first episode. The show's star, Ray Romano, left, who makes $1.8 million per half-hour of TV time, has said, "I want everybody to get what they deserve...
...with the movie of Daniel Clowes' alienation epic Ghost World. And now we're coming back to the graphic novel yet again thanks to the film American Splendor, which is based on the autobiographical comic book by Harvey Pekar, who writes about life as a hard-luck, sad-sack, hospital file clerk in Cleveland, Ohio. He's no superhero: the only flying he does is under the radar...