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...national future that is anything but certain. Despite the country's economic recovery, Japan is still pinned beneath $6.9 trillion in public debt, and that's 1.5 times the nation's GDP, the worst ratio in the industrialized world. A widening gap between rich and poor is threatening to shatter Japan's view of itself as a predominantly middle-class country. The boom in the big cities has yet to be felt in the nation's heartland. China's rise is challenging Japan's economic predominance, with China already spending more than its rival on defense...
...experts picking apart the undermanned defense. Chu to Cahow at the point, down to Katie Johnston in the slot, quick shot and in. Wait, Katie Johnston? Johnston is a senior forward, with a previous career high of 10 goals and 21 points. She’s on pace to shatter those bests this season—that crucial game-tying strike bumped her totals to eight goals and 15 points. Those who showed up at Bright on Friday night to witness the dazzling skills of the Olympians were surely not disappointed. They saw Vaillancourt leaping over obstacles in a rush...
...over 100,000 people in Boston Common last Saturday? Boston wasn’t smashing pumpkins—sorry Billy Corgan fans—but world records, as thousands of locals joined forces at the third annual “Life is good Pumpkin Festival” to shatter the Guinness World Record for most pumpkins lit in the same place at the same time. Boston’s fierce competitor for the pumpkin champ title, Keene, N.H., has proudly bled orange since lighting a record 28,952 jack-o’-lanterns in 2003. Although the town...
...threw my head back, my feet came around, and I landed at a 45-degree angle. [The doctors] said if I had landed 1 centimeter to the left or right, I would have severed my spinal cord and drowned. What I did do was shatter two vertebrae [in the middle of my back], and they shattered into tiny little pieces. I felt the explosion in my stomach, the vertebrae shot right into my organs...
...backstop, a steady stream of Ancient Eight hitters hang their heads and drag their bats back to the dugout after watching another deceptive curveball break over the heart of the plate for called strike three. Now that I knew my pubescent wrist wouldn’t shatter if I tried to snap one off. Now that I could be sure Trotman wouldn’t turn on a hanger...