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...Nice try. On Monday, Richards was given a three-year ban from the sport, while former Harlequins trainer Steph Brennan was suspended for a year. Williams saw his 12-month sidelining lowered to a four-month punishment on appeal. The club, meanwhile, will shell out $425,000 in fines, though that's a milder financial hit than expelling the team from this year's European tournament would have inflicted. (Read: "Cheating: It's All-American - And It's Great...
Noir: For the sophisticated crowd willing to shell out a few more dollars on a pricey martini, Noir is a solid destination. Tucked into the Charles Hotel, Noir’s dark and trendy decor helps patrons forget that they’re in crunchy Cambridge. Ladies, watch out for skeevy suits in town for “business...
...Later that same afternoon, the priests received orders from the bishop to remove the sacred relic and take it farther north, deeper into Tiger-held areas, rather than risk heading for the front. The journey that evening, to start at 6:30, was still fraught. Emilianuspillai recalls not just shelling but a heavy rain delaying departure and then, nearly a mile into the journey, a shell falling near the vehicle in front of the one bearing the statue. But, he says, "nothing, absolutely nothing, happened to the statue. We kept moving...
...multibillion-dollar project of four hotels that is now just three buildings of nine floors of concrete and steel beams sitting idly on some of the most expensive real estate in the country. I pass three more abandoned sites - 63 empty steel floors of the Fontainebleau, a sad unfinished shell that was supposed to be Caesars Palace's Octavius Tower and two cranes halted on a structure that was supposed to be a St. Regis condo building. I then drive up to where the New Frontier was razed to build a resort modeled on New York City's Plaza Hotel...
...from a block away. As I moseyed down Arlington, shi-shi Newbury Street on my left and the Commons to my right, I could tell that tonight wasn’t just any night in Boston. When I reached the peak of the bridge leading into the Hatch Shell, my suspicions were confirmed. People—everywhere. Smooshed together as far as the eye could see, seated on lawn chairs or sprawled on blankets, snacking and chatting, just soaking in the dusk-hour breeze. “This is summer,” I thought to myself...