TOWSON, Md.–The Penn women’s lacrosse team battled back from a a three-goal deficit in the second half to claim a thrilling 9-8 overtime victory against Duke in the NCAA semifinal on Friday night at Johnny Unitas Stadium in Towson, Md. Senior Rachel Manson capped the come-from-behind victory with the game-winning goal with 42 seconds remaining in the second overtime period. The goal came off Giulia Giordano’s free position opportunity and her quick pass to Manson wide open in front of the goal.
“I am really proud of the girls after being down 7-4 and staying composed,” said Head Coach Karin Brower. “We were struggling coming up with the draw but made a couple changes and got the ball so we were able to run our offense and have those opportunities [to score]. I’m really proud of our defense, they did an excellent job.”
Manson’s two goals were bookends for the game as she scored exactly one minute into the game, and with 42 seconds to go in the overtime period. However, after Manson’s tally, Duke’s Carolyn Davis scored the first of her five goals. Sarah Bullard scored just less than a minute later to take the lead. It took Penn nearly 50 minutes to regain the lead.
Duke controlled the ball for a good portion of the first half and held a 4-3 lead at the break. Melissa Lehman scored with 12 minutes to go in the half to close that period’s scoring. Duke had the last shot of the half, but Sarah Waxman made a big save to keep it close going into the break.
Waxman was impressive with seven saves and four of the Blue Devils’ goals coming on difficult free-position shots. Possibly her biggest save of the day came with 24 seconds left in the first overtime. Lindsay Gilbride, who had scored two other goals in the game including the one to send the game to overtime, fired a great shot on goal but Waxman made an even greater stop.

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By Michael P. McKinney
Projo.com staff writer
A Coventry woman and her daughter have been charged in an alleged scheme linked to Nigerian Internet contacts, in which authorities say the mother has sent more than $1 million worth of counterfeit cashier’s checks over the past four weeks.
State police said yesterday that Nancy Alexander, 66, of 2404 Victory Highway, met two people over the Internet and they conspired to defraud people by making counterfeit bank checks and money orders. Alexander was given names and addresses, and amounts she was to make the checks payable for, the police said.
According to authorities, Alexander was promised $600 a month to act as the scheme’s middleman by putting checks or money orders in envelopes, attaching mailing labels provided to her, and mailing them.
Alexander has been charged with counterfeiting, conspiracy to commit the act of counterfeiting and possession of a counterfeiting device or implement.
Debra Mahoney, 44, her daughter, has been charged with counterfeiting and conspiracy to commit the act of counterfeiting. The state police did not provide details of the allegations against Mahoney.
During the week of March 30, members of the state police intelligence unit got information from the Bureau of Immigration and Customs Enforcement’s Providence office that a package containing more than $170,000 of counterfeit cashier’s checks and money orders had been shipped from Nigeria to 2404 Victory Highway in Coventry.
Once the package was delivered, Detective William Accardi got a search warrant for the residence. On April 4, state and Coventry police and ICE officials seized the package and more than $100,000 of counterfeit bank checks that were being made on a home computer, the police said.
Detectives also seized receipts of delivered packages originating from Africa, materials and instruments used to make counterfeit cashier’s checks, and a mailing labels list with people’s names from throughout the United States and abroad who were intended to receive the counterfeit checks.

projo.com

I hate the Masters.
There, I said it. I’m sure I’m not alone. But from where I’m writing this, about 220 kilometres from Augusta National Golf Club, home of the annual spring tournament, those words are sacrilege, the blaspheming of Bobby Jones’s Holy Spirit. Dumping on the Masters to a white male of a certain vintage (over 30, suburban, lives in a house 75% larger than he needs to adequately needs to shelter his family with some comfort) around here is like farting in church without the attendant brief, rebellious giggle.
People build their entire year around a trip to Augusta, looking forward to sniffing the azaleas, getting hammered on cheap, watery beer, exchanging awkward high-fives after every aggressive five-iron, and taking blurry camera phone photos of Tiger Woods. Not me. I loathe the event, its rituals and the sport itself. This time of year also brings huge geysers of green pollen falling from the Georgia skies, coating the landscape and making everyone dash for the Claritin. Personally, I’ll take the runny eyes, itchy throat and sinus headache over another mention of Amen Corner.
Let me preface this diatribe by pointing out that I’m not a fan of golf in general. “Not a fan” doesn’t mean I don’t bother to watch coverage on TV or consume links-related media (though I don’t). It means I don’t approve of golf on a basic, marrow-deep level. A game that mainly exists so the idle rich can have a reason to get up in the morning, or so corporate robber barons can draw up plans to stick it to the little guy while getting out of the office at the same time? No thanks. A game that uses colossal amounts of natural resources to prop up its very existence? Particularly here in the American South, where courses were exempt from conservation rules enacted during a punishing drought last year? Or in traditionally impacted zones like South Asia or the Middle East? Please. That doesn’t even get into the history of exclusion at clubs like Augusta National, or as comedian George Carlin pointed out, the idiocy at the game’s core - “you hit a ball with a stick, then try and find it. Once you do, you hit it again?!?! You’re lucky you found it! Go home!!”

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