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...last few years, one name has stood above the rest when it comes to the Yale offense. Mike McLeod tore apart defense after defense on his way to Ivy League Player of the Year honors in 2007—that is, until the Crimson front seven got in his way. The corps limited him to just 50 yards on the ground, a performance that can’t be far from the back of his mind as he enters this year’s edition of the game. Although he started off more slowly this fall, the back...
...much of another family, and both of these families were long-time followers of Jim Jones dating back to Indiana days. The mood of Jonestown grew darker as this day went on, and late in the afternoon the clouds turned black and there was this freakish wind that just tore through the pavilion as I was talking with Jones. Then there was this torrent of rain. He basically said that the Temple was being destroyed from within, and what he meant by that was that these defectors-were going to tell the world eventually what was really going on inside...
...tactic had been becoming increasingly rare in today's nominally safer Iraq. But on Monday, multiple bombings just minutes apart tore up parts of Baghdad during the morning rush hour. While alarming because there hadn't been a major attack for a while, the bombs that exploded in the predominantly Shi'ite neighborhood of Kasra are unlikely to herald a return to the bad old days, according to security officials. Al-Qaeda and other extremist groups, they say, have been severely weakened and are merely shadows of their former selves, too hamstrung to conduct extended campaigns of terror. (See pictures...
...South through Virginia and Florida, the Mountain West with Colorado and New Mexico, into the Ohio Valley and the Midwestern battlegrounds: you could almost walk from Maine to Minnesota without getting your feet wet in a red state. After months of mapmaking all the roads to 270, Obama tore right past with ease...
...sure and gentle hand. He made soothing sounds while his other hand traveled regularly between a plate of grapes and Frederick’s open mouth. The stranger dropped grapes, one by one, into the hot dark orifice. When Frederick’s teeth bit down, the grapes tore and popped. Roxanna stared, aghast. Who was this man? The stranger looked at her, his lips parting. There, perched against the edge of his upper teeth, was the tip of his tongue, which darted forward when he saw her, as if tasting the air. Roxanna’s conscious mental processes...