Word: torridity
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Actually, if Vida were to continue at his present torrid pace, he would amass more than 40 wins. But not even Vida is that confident. Every time he pitches he superstitiously puts two dimes into his pocket to "represent the hope of 20 wins." By that standard, he still seems a little cheap. At the very least, Vida Blue promises to be a two-bit pitcher...
Unfortunately, the poor second half took its toll on these individual statistics too. Brown finished with 19 points for game high honors but he hit only nine of 25 from the field. Dover and Lewis also slacked off from their torrid first half pace and completed the night with nine assists and 10 rebounds, respectively...
Ever since it was reported by a Russian chemist named Boris Deryagin in 1962, polywater, or polymerized water,* has been the subject of torrid scientific debate. Deryagin and his supporters in the West contend that it is a totally new kind of water, a form so stable that it does not boil under 1,000° F., does not evaporate, and only begins to freeze at -40° F. One American scientist has even speculated that the strange, sticky substance would, if released from the lab, propagate itself by feeding on natural water, eventually turning the earth into another Venus...
...Donohue's red, white and blue Javelin. That set the stage for race No. 6 last week at the aptly named Donnybrooke Speedway in Brainerd, Minn. In the hardest fought contest so far this season, Follmer's Mustang and Milt Minter's Camaro waged a torrid battle for the lead. Growling into the final turn, Follmer tried to charge past Minter on the outside; the cars bumped, Follmer skidded off the pavement, spun in a complete circle and then finished 15 seconds behind Minter. Afterward, Follmer bulled his way into the winner's circle and took...
Once little Merilee saw an animal kicked. And swore on the spot never to kick an animal. Now the vow has been betrayed. Dear Alfred. She is writing him a letter. In this heat even rattle snakes entwine in the shade of a cactus. And on torrid desert updrafts eagles cushion themselves for making eggs fertile. But we humans were not meant for such comforts. Longings we may have, sensations that alone we are incomplete. Organs for coupling and mouths for communication. But pity us, old Alfred. We are, finally, not built for it. Togethered, humans lose their selves, forget...