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...wasn??t just the SportsCenter-worthy highlights that made this game historic; it was the way the Brazilians dominated possession not through sheer athleticism, but rather through actual soccer skill and finesse (imagine that?) that serves as a metaphorical reminder to the U.S. women that their ship has indeed sailed...
...first two matches—cruising to consecutive 6-1 victories against George Washington and Penn—the team’s early complacency against Penn State—which finished last season ranked No. 43—was perhaps understandable. But even the doubles point wasn??t as lopsided as it seemed, as two Harvard pairs lost by a single break. At No. 1, senior Ashwin Kumar and junior Sasha Ermakov lost, 8-6, after holding a 5-4 lead, while at No. 2, Nguyen and Chijoff-Evans lost, 8-7, after leading by two breaks...
...Harvard resembled a shell of its normally balanced self en route to a frustratingly dismal weekend.“There were a couple of drops in intensity where our passes were about a foot off,” co-captain Chris Ludwick said. “The execution just wasn??t there, and we came out a little bit slow in all three games.”GEORGE WASHINGTON 17, HARVARD 11Trying to rebound from its first losing streak of the season, the Crimson stayed fairly even with the Colonials through the first period.But unfortunately, the turnover affliction...
...Obviously everybody in here knows that it wasn??t pretty for us offensively today,” said Mountain Hawks head coach Andy Coen. “Special teams were huge; a blocked field goal, obviously a punt return for a touchdown. My hat goes off to the kids for just hanging in there and never giving...
...best friends from high school and I always like to reminisce about our AP Literature class and how much of a joke it was. It was our teacher’s first and last year in a public school, and she assigned too many books, which I suppose wasn??t really a problem—we didn’t read most of them. Ironically enough, the only one that I—one of just two black males in the class—ended up reading was Jewish author Bernard Malamud’s 1957 novel...