Faint Praise
After only five minutes in the festival grounds I witnessed my first fainter. It was a pretty graceful fall, and after about three minutes on the infield dirt and some water provided by her friends, the young lady was back up on her feet and ready to rock.
-- David Malitz
By Maura McCarthy |
August 4, 2007; 12:11 PM ET
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