They took the brick, threw it through the door. They broke the register.

A friend got me a job on the door of the Camden Palace nightclub, which quickly progressed to running the place.

She carried the pan to the front door and threw it over the balcony into some bushes.

He reached in my car, unlocked the door, ripped me out of the car and he actually threw me on the ground. Then he proceeded to hit me in the body and hit me in the face some more.

We were focused all week after last week. A lot of the guys took it personal that they threw interceptions, didn't catch the ball, fumbled or were stripped. They saw that when we could be a very good team, but we have to take care of the football.

A guy threw [95] pitches in four innings and we still only had three runs to show for it. I think when that happens and they get their bullpen in, you start wondering what it's going to be like at the end. That's a natural thought, I think, for anybody sitting in that situation. We just didn't get the one hit to break it open.