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subprime-mortgage market, its stock priceplunged, revenue dried up along with asset securitizations, andit had to lay off much of its staff. ($1$1.22 Canadian) (Reporting by John McCrank; editing by Alden Bentley) Stocks. ) Virginia Tech fans can't stop talking about Ryan Williams for Heisman. The freshman running back has taken the ACC by storm, and after Saturday's performance against Boston College he's made everyone in the Hokie Nation a believer."He's the greatest running back I've ever seen," said a fan in the East Stands of Lane Stadium during Saturday's game. Williams ran for 159 yards on 18 carries and a score, which now makes him the nation's fifth-leading rusher, and he's tied for fourth in touchdowns.After Williams made three Eagles defenders miss on his way to the one-yard line, the student section was electric. Many students were doingHeisman poses in the stands every time Williams finished a run.And when he scores, there's always an extra burst in the cheers from the fans in the stands. Hokie fans can not get enough of their new star.The most impressive part about yesterday is that Williams was in for only one drive in the third quarter, and split a lot of carries in the first half because the Hokies were moving the ball so effectively."He's better than Kevin Jones," shouted another fan after Williams bounced off a group of tacklers, much like Adrian Peterson does, and reversed his route to break a 20-plus yard run.Whatever adjective you want to use to describe Williams (breathtaking, stunning, powerful, elusive) one thing's for sure. If he keeps this pace up, the Heisman Trophy may actually be possible.Before Saturday's game, Williams responded to a question about his Heisman candidacy in Virginia Tech's weekly press conference. Yeah, there has been talk, but I dont really pay any attention to it, Williams said.That's exact response you would want to hear from one of your players. Williams is beginning to receive some attention, and a sports writer gave him a Heisman vote last week after the Duke game.A freshman has never won the Heisman, but then again you rarely see a freshman like Ryan Williams.. It was my idea to go to Chicago in the summer of ’04. When I was a little girl, it was impressed upon me that it was my "patriotic duty" to make a pilgrimage to Wrigley Field and witness a Cubs game.Not just any game, but a day game. And I had to sit in the bleachers. With a beer. After 19 years of dreaming about it, I decided it was time to live out the experience. As much as my mom and I were often at odds witheach other, there was no one I would rather make the trip with that summer.

Why my mom Is it possible that a mother sharing her love for the game of baseball with her daughter might be as poetic as a father sharing it with his son I believe so, even though it may not be talked about as often. Opa even brought home a baseball autographed by Sandy Koufax for her one day. She still has the ball in her china cabinet still.The “To Kristina” is faded, but still visible.At some point after my sister and I were born, my dad realized I was as close to a son as he was going to get I was a tomboy to the core. My parents took me to my first Dodger game when I was six. It was against the Pittsburgh Pirates and the Dodgers won. I’ve been hooked on baseball ever since.Not to minimize my father’s influence on me, nor to downplay the times he took me to Dodger games or watched me play softball, but the impact baseball had on my relationship with my mom was special.

I fully recognized it after our trip to Wrigley.How could I have missed it all those years My mom tried to play catch with me, but her failing eyesight limited her ability to catch and we would end up angry at each other. She would tell me not to throw so hard and I wondered why she couldn’t catch a baseball streaking straight towards her.In time, I resorted to playing alone. The garage door simultaneously became the batter, as well as, my first baseman; first hitting grounders to me, and then snagging my throws to first after I stepped on an imaginary second base while turning a double-play.The roof of the house was used to generate fly balls for me to shag. I’d hurl a tennis ball up on it, watch it bounce down the shingles, over the edge, and into my glove for the out.I’m not sure if it was the tennis ball marks on the side of the garage door, the rhythmic bouncing of a ball on the roof over our TV room, or the sight of me hauling the extension ladder from the shed to retrieve the balls that got stuck in the rain gutter but I have a feeling the elastic Pitch Back net I got for Christmas was my mom’s doing.Though I usually went to Dodger games alone with my dad unless the whole family was going, I vaguely remember a time when my mom took us. We got all the way to the parking lot on top of Chavez Ravine before someone realized we left the tickets at home. I’m not sure how we pulled it off, but we went back for the tickets and still saw most of the game.My dad went to many of my softball games, but it was my mom who took me to the practices. I can’t fathom the boredom she must have endured, but she knew the game was my life. She was there when my first coach told me my glove was too small for softball and she bought a new one for me. I use it to this day.The highlight of my childhood came the day my mom took me to have the Dodgers’ second baseman and the love of my life, Steve Sax, sign a copy of his autobiography. She took me to the bookstore very early on the morning of the autograph session to secure a place near the front of the line. When Steve finally signed my book, he put Xs and Os next to his name My mom and I went ballistic. If that wasn’t enough, there was an article in the next morning’s newspaper about the book signing, and it included a paragraph about my reaction to meeting Steve.In 1988, mom was with me to witness Kirk Gibson’s walk-off home run in Game One of the World Series. She was also with me when the Dodgers won the Series four games later. In fact, she was the only one in the room with me. I’ll never forget the way she screamed and jumped up and down by the couch.My dad was always good at the organizational aspect of taking trips to Dodger Stadium. He was good with the logistics of buying the tickets in advance, strategically parking near the exit to minimize traffic on the way home, and how to find our seats first and then go back for the hot dogs But my mom was the more romantic one She appreciated every detail. 4 jersey instead, my mom consoled me by reminding me it was The Duke’s number She loved Walter Alston.