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Varma's inaccuracies pale, though, in comparison to Michael K. Mayo's editorial ripping into Harvard's fans. Mayo claims that our fans "can barely spit out a 'Rah.'" in fact, he says that Harvard "rahs its way into silence" while "Boston College students scream along with their band, Northeastern fans sing their team's praises to the rafters and Boston University spectators nearly bring the Garden balcony to the floor." Mayo demeans the effort of every one of the students who went to the game. The editorial is filled with factual errors. His comments regarding the Boston College...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Ragging on Beanpot Fans Undeserved | 2/12/1993 | See Source »

...fans yell, shriek, and threaten to topple the upper deck. Ours can barely spit...

Author: By Michael K. Mayo, | Title: Bleak Seats at the Garden | 2/9/1993 | See Source »

...open prairie "the sky gap(es) like an open mouth." Peck's language renders, "My face felt swollen and shapeless, like a moldy orange, as though grief had been shoved into my mouth like a handful of seeds, but I didn't know what to do, whether to spit, or just swallow...

Author: By David S. Kurnick, | Title: Brutal Facts, Beautiful Fiction | 2/4/1993 | See Source »

...additional 45 minutes pass, then shouts erupt. Necks crane toward a small, bright cloud that has formed in a virtually cloudless sky. Video cameras whir, and Polaroids spit out pictures. People whisper about the experience they have just shared. The announcer declares, "The Virgin Mary will now bless us." Arms extend portraits of Jesus, crucifixes and other % icons for blessing. Then Fowler steps onto the porch to relay Mary's words: "Pray and sacrifice, please...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Heavenly Host In Georgia | 1/18/1993 | See Source »

Remember: Some Stars Are Worth the Paycheck. He broods, suicidally, about his blindness. He snarls orders like the Army lieutenant colonel he once was. He pretends to a worldliness that is not entirely authentic, and he can't quite hide the arrested adolescent lurking beneath his spit, polish and bluster. Frank Slade is a piece of work, all right, and playing him Al Pacino is always an actor acting -- in love with his own prodigious technique. For which, thank heaven, it permits him to range boldly outside the conventional lines of Bo Goldman's script for Scent of a Woman...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Why The Christmas Films Don't Sparkle | 12/28/1992 | See Source »

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