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...course, averaging better than 440 yards per game, Harvard’s offense is no slouch itself. A front line that has given up merely two sacks on the season will aim to provide ample time for Pizzotti, ranked third nationally with a 307 passing yards per game average, to take advantage of his skilled, yet injury-depleted receiving corps. While his top target, junior Matt Luft, remains healthy, sophomore Chris Lorditch is out for two to five weeks with a sprained ankle, and junior Mike Cook and sophomore Marco Iannuzzi are out for the season. This leaves Harvard with...
...force him to hit some long shots at the start of the game (preferably with a hand in his face, of course). "Make him a jump shooter," says Los Angeles Clippers scout Evan Pickman. "And just hope he misses." Of course, Kobe is no shooting slouch. But over his last two series, against the Utah Jazz and San Antonio Spurs, he sank only 27% of his three-pointers, well below his 36% regular season average. If he's shooting from the outside instead of driving to the basket, he's less likely to get fouled. And Kobe kills you from...
Solana Beach is neither a beach nor, for the most part, a typical Southern California tourist destination. Rather, it is a laid-back slouch of a city about 20 miles north of San Diego. But it does have beaches, and on Sunday, around lunchtime, several unfamiliar vehicles pulled into the parking lot of the city's main waterfront area, Fletcher Cove Park...
...band. I admit—bashfully—that I learned that lesson at a tender age with the Arctic Monkeys. That said, any step towards separating out the smarminess of modern music should be lauded. Bands with talent don’t need to hide behind a slouch to save face. The Strokes aside, some people still have things to say. —Columnist Ruben L. Davis can be reached at rldavis@fas.harvard.edu...
...squirming as he tastes the weirdest stuff Food Network producers can find. In his new book, he appears to be doing more of the same while looking as fashionably ratty as ever. He sits on what one can presume to be a third-world stoop, wearing dingy travel slouch pants, a dirty Oxford shirt, and sandals, dangling a cigarette from his forefingers. Never in his wildest dreams could Emeril hope to look this appealing. [SEE CORRECTION BELOW...