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NHL shoots itself in foot -- hey, cool!
- Understand that I'm no herbal-tea, world-peace, daisy-picking, transcendental, tie-dyed, nonviolent Nancy boy. Loved Dirty Harry. Loathed Bridges of Madison County. ``Shoot her, Clint. Make my day.'' Can't abide figure skating, golf, tennis and most other civilized athletic endeavors. Televised baseball lulls me comatose.
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School name an uncivil civics lesson
- Thank God for Charlie Flanagan. Otherwise the Broward School Board might have dubbed the new school Russ Barakat High. The Barakat High (tax) Evaders. Two bits. Four bits. Six bits, a dollar. Bribe all the refs and make your cronies hollar!
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We'll just use those jail cells as classrooms
- Too few classrooms. Too much prison space. You wonder how Florida legislators kept from stumbling over the irony. But the 1996 legislative session ended last week with hardly more than a nod toward the state's school crowding crisis.
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Foundations of trust fall with garbage
- Pessimists contemplate the murky sump between Periwinkle and Olive streets and see a half-empty garbage pit. Others, however, see it half full. ``Why, you've got waterfront property,'' I told Latasha White.
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Juries not crazy about insanity pleas
- Crazy? Not much argument there. Eddie Gryczan, who was living with his mother's rotting corpse, nicely encompasses the general definition. But is he insane? Eddie, you'll remember, was the fellow who came home from the VA hospital psych unit and, without provocation, without so much as a rude word, decided to act on these nagging homicidal urges.
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