Word: spits
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...running feud with the press herd had already been revived the week before, when he and Actress Tatum O'Neal were married in Oyster Bay, N.Y. McEnroe spit at a photographer a couple of days before the wedding and slipped into the church through dark curtains draped over the carport entrance. Give him points for trying, however. After the ceremony McEnroe and his wife waved, smiled and kissed for the crowds outside the church...
Well, maybe. Seeded fourth last week, he produced uncertain ground strokes and he appeared rusty. Even as his playing improved as he advanced to the semifinals by defeating Peter Fleming and Wally Masur, he disputed line calls and spit in the direction of the judge. Nonetheless he fell to a fiercely determined Boris Becker in a tough match that was settled by a 10-8 tiebreaker. It is a measure of McEnroe's enduring popularity, however, that 100 reporters and 40 photographers showed up to cover the Volvo, traditionally a sleepy tournament that attracts little attention. Win or lose, polite...
...youngest, has that little problem with the husband she shot wisely but not well. Meg tells cheerful lies to Old Grandaddy and worries later that when he finds out the truth, he will lapse into a coma. Babe and Lenny laugh so hard at this that they can hardly spit out the words to tell her that Grandaddy, who has just had another stroke--"Oh, stop! Please! Ha, ha, ha!"--already is in a coma...
This was real. And it perforce gave me the kindof emotional distance from life here thatclassmates, I suppose luckily for them, did nothave. The Crimson, which can chew up and spit outless sturdy sorts, became a wonderful distraction,where the daily crises served as an easy escapefrom truly important matters. I forced myself toenjoy parties, drinking, and the other trappingsof fellowship that function as an easy alternativeto true human interaction...
Quickly, the new deputy proved himself the fastest ball-point pen around; his pad spit tickets like bullets. "I was the only guy writing tickets," he remembers. "When I'd see somebody fighting, I'd arrest them. It looked to me like there was this look-the-other-way deal going on. The officers would spend a couple of hours in the coffee shops, then a couple of hours with friends, then back to the coffee shops. This place was wide open...