Word: redness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...icemen would have preferred a full week there in Metroland to what happened when they finally did arrive in Ithaca: a fired-up, physical Big Red squad and a hostile, unruly crowd combined to swamp the Crimson, 6-1, last night at Lynah Hall...
Despite the score, the icemen--now 6-8-1 in ECAC play--dominated just as much of the first period as Cornell did and even outshot the Big Red by one. However, things went downhill from there: Larry Tobin hit the post twice within fifteen seconds early in the second stanza; and Cornell was off and running. Brock Tredway notched his 16th tally of the year at 12:38, and Karl Habib chimed in with a contribution at 4:04 to widen the margin...
During period two the Big Red dominated play as well as the scoreboard. The Crimson had trouble getting the puck out of its own zone, setting up attacks while crossing the blueline, covering the speedy wings Big Red coach Dick Bertrand had shooting on goalie Wade Lau all night, and--most of all--converting the few real opportunities they did have into goals. The telling statistic: a 14-5 Cornell advantage in shots on goal for the period...
Saba: Talking Rock. After the white-knuckle landing on Saba's mini-airstrip, navigating the island's single tortuous road provides more sustained excitement, particularly if the cab driver is Bobby Every, whose red taxi carries the bumper sticker: ISLAND TOURS, REASONABLE STORIES. Everyone has stories to tell, many about the far corners of the earth to which Sabans have voyaged as sailors. Though anecdotes, reasonable and unreasonable, are the island's main crop, fishermen, farmers and craftsmen also do well...
...youth, and Mowat begins his story on a familiar note of innocence: "On the second day of September, 1939, I was painting the porch of our clapboard house in the rural Ontario town of Richmond Hill when my father pulled into the driveway at the helm of his red convertible . . . 'Farley, my lad, there's bloody big news...