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...where this past week I could watch the Interstate 65 complexes of superiority and inferiority play out on South Beach. Bears fans were the in-your-face, we're-a-real-city crowd whenever they spotted the softer, royal blue clusters of Colts backers. I even heard one Chicagoan hurl the "redneck" epithet. (Miamians, meanwhile, just got a good laugh watching pale, overweight Midwesterners trying to swagger on Ocean Drive...
...majors in stolen bases), and goofy white guys like closer Billy Wagner and third baseman David Wright has yielded a team chemistry that includes healthy doses of loving abuse. "It's a beautifully vicious clubhouse," says former Met pitcher Ron Darling, now a team broadcaster. The players energetically hurl insults--especially at Wright, 23, the All-Star whose looks have inspired female fans to wear "Mrs. Wright" jerseys. "He thinks he's God's gift to women," says pitcher Tom Glavine. "We have to remind him it's totally about the uniform...
...closing time at the local pub, and the main street of Borroloola, 730 km southeast of Darwin, has erupted in a series of drunken brawls. Spilling from the beer garden, heavily intoxicated Aborigines hurl cans, stones and abuse ("F___ you, c___, I'll kill you") at each other. At the hostel across the road, guests watching the communal television barely flinch. "We are so used to it now," says owner Trish Elmy, who sometimes puts up a barrier of water sprinklers to deter the mob from fighting near-or collapsing in-her property. "We know nothing gets done, so what...
...dozen or more mini-interceptors to destroy all potential warheads. "This reduces the burden on sensors and algorithms, which no longer need to be programmed to select one, best target," the Pentagon says. Of course, a better interceptor won't be worth much if the booster designed to hurl it into space stays stuck in its silo because of rusty parts or sloppy software...
...something like this? A friend suggested that I post it on eBay. I could hurl it into the Atlantic Ocean. I could sell it back to a jeweler. But then I would be contributing, in a tiny way, to a trade that brings misery to millions of people across the world. In the end, this seemed my only option. The jeweler, a gregarious man, chatted with me as he worked on the gold prongs that held the diamond in place. "What's going to happen to it?" I asked. "I'll put it into a new setting, try to sell...