Word: score
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Working with an evocative period rock score and Michael Chapman's moody cinematography, Director Philip Kaufman brings off some colorfully overheated scenes: a vicious free-for-all on a football field, an erotic strip-poker game at a make-out party, a racial confrontation in a classroom. Sometimes the ten sion is flecked with humor. When the chief Wanderer (Ken Wahl) and his nebbishy sidekick (John Friedrich) get particularly horny, they go to hilariously elaborate lengths to press the flesh of neighborhood women. The laughs are crude, but in character...
...bottom of the eighth inning, the spirit I wished did not exist had resurfaced. With the score now tied 4-4, Jim Rice reached first and Yaz walked to put men on first and second. Bob Watson then singled to right, driving in Rice and putting the Sox in the lead for the first time. The crowd erupted. A few seats behind me, a teenager set off a pack of firecrackers and was subsequently arrested by Fenway's overbearing security guards. It turned out that Watson's hit was all the Sox needed as they went...
...letter from Carter and started to spin a yarn about how his "Grossmama " would slowly pore over a letter while others watched. Begin cut him off in midsentence, asking, "I sent you a very important letter last week. Did you receive it?" Strauss had, it turned out, but score one for the Premier...
...DuPre said afterward. Four matches later, in one of the most uproarious quarter finals ever staged on hallowed Center Court, DuPre outgunned the handsome, acrobatic Italian, Adriano Panatta, 29, thereby silencing thousands of his screaming, chanting countrymen, who were unkindly dubbed the "Spaghetti Brigade" by the British press. The score was 3-6, 6-4, 6-7, 6-4, 6-3, and DuPre had to admit: "I seem to be picking up the game a little better...
...throw up just before a test, then spend four days in the bathroom with diarrhea waiting for your score," said a Columbia senior. Others wake up before dawn in cold sweats or were seized with hallucinations. One member of Harvard's class of 1978 tossed on his bed all night before a math final, imagining himself as King Richard in Ivanhoe, doomed to a perpetual spear-throwing contest in which he always had to outdistance his opponents or suffer death...