Word: wonderful
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...fight. Pick out a Yankee game. In the proper season, the half of the crowd that's not rowdy kids or their grown-up counterparts will be B.U. students from Long Island, heavily into New York--they would never think of booing Yastrzemski if he were a Yankee. No wonder there's an edge to the Bostonians' insults--it's like the American track team in China, last week, impressed in spite of themselves because the Chinese fans seemed to really mean it about friendship, not competition, but dubious deep down inside--"Americans like to win," one runner told reporters...
...money, like all Americans. In England, we've had equality of pay and equality of opportunity among the sexes all my adult life. There are one or two branches of English life, let us say the Stock Exchange, where...but women are perfectly free to become stockbrokers. I just wonder whether they'd have very many clients...
Pipes's failure to discuss the rising proletariat is his most serious omission. In the end, his conservative bias leads him to overlook the savior in Russian history he was looking for. And with this error, it is no wonder that his Russia remained the vast, backward, absolutist country it had been for centuries...
When he is not twisting rims, McGinnis is usually bending other players. "I like physical contact," he says. "I like to take smaller guys inside where I know I can overpower them." When you collide with McGinnis, says Pacer Reserve Forward Darnell Hillman, "you wonder whether you've run into the backboard support." When finesse rather than force is required, McGinnis is equipped for that too. He has a graceful, accurate jump shot that he puts to good use for the A.B.A.'s 3-point baskets from 25 ft. out, and he often dribbles the ball the length...
...reads Journey, which Massie has just written with his wife Suzanne, is likely to wonder at the source of Massie's sensitivity. In 1957, the Massies took their six-month-old son Bobby to a New York hospital for tests to determine why he bruised so easily and bled so long. They waited for hours while uncommunicative doctors and nurses examined and drew blood from the screaming, terrified baby. Finally, a doctor emerged and coldly offered them a dreadful diagnosis and an ambiguous afterthought. "The child has classical hemophilia," he told them. "There will be compensations...