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Friday, 20 November 2009 |
by BRYAN LAIL
Intern Sports Reporter
Here’s what I want people
to do; lay off Bill Bellichick.
The call was brilliant, ya,
brilliant.
You’re facing fourth-and-two
with two minutes left. Peyton Manning has been unstoppable in the second
half and you have the Patriots offense with only two yards to pick up.
Make it, cinch it, Manning stays on the sidelines. Game over.
They didn’t make. It happens.
When I saw what was happening as I watched the game I gaped for all
of a split second, then I realized it wasn’t just a rare call for
that situation, it was the only call Bellichick could make in that situation.
New England’s coach remains
the smartest coach in all of football.
If he thought Manning could
run the length of the field and score just as easily as he could from
30 yards out, then why shouldn’t we?
Overall record to this point,
93-48
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Friday, 13 November 2009 |
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Northcote
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Gifts of hope, happiness
make a difference
by MEGAN NORTHCOTE
Intern Lifestyles Reporter
Tiny faded pictures encased
in gold swung from the branches of a six-inch bronze tree sitting atop
a dresser.
Some were faces of little boys,
others of grown men and women with vibrant smiles masked beneath the
black and white, each picture swaying like apples on a tree, suspended
in time.
“Is this your family?”
I asked the little woman with soft curly hair and large round spectacles.
“Oh yes, that’s them. And
those are my three boys,” the woman said, pointing a shaky finger
toward a larger picture directly above the photo tree of three lean
men in their twenties.
“They’re all dead now.
Died of cancer,” the woman paused. “And so did my husband.”
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Monday, 26 October 2009 |
Beer sludge for the open-minded
traveler
by KELSEY OHLEGER
I think it is safe to presume
that college students love beer.
They love drinking it: in plastic
red cups, out of holes on the side of the can and through homemade funnels.
They love playing with it:
beer pong tournaments, endless card games and chugging contests.
They love promoting it: neon
signs hung in cluttered apartments, logos on worn-out t-shirts and embroidered
on sweat-stained ball caps.
I have recently learned of
a way to take this passion a step further by eating it.
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