I wondered, who on earth would ever love a vicious creature like a pit bull type dog?! Today, I'm jumping up with both hands waving wildly.
For anyone familiar with the protracted way most plays are developed today, that is a jarring position, akin to a Nascar driver who loves pit stops or a corpse who loves purgatory.
As much as everyone loves to pit Coke and Pepsi against one another by highlighting vendor changes such as United's, the fact is that they are two very different companies.
Cable television loves shows that pit the hunter vs. the hunted, and a crunching of last week's Nielsen ratings reveals that a new king of the genre can be crowned.
My dog, Lulu, loves pit bulls.
As a scientist, Price, following longstanding tradition, loved to pit altruism against selfishness.
As with any dog, a properly trained and loved pit bull can be a wonderful pet.
A Romanian-Jewish-American hybrid of barbecue, basturma (Turkish dried, spiced meat) and corned beef, it is loved by pit masters, salumieri and chefs alike.
I am learning to love the pit bull for his steadfast protective qualities while also recognizing my unhealthy attachment to his stubborn and mindless ferociousness.
I love Prison Pit by Johnny Ryan, Mike Mignola's anything, Prophet from Brendan Graham and Simon Roy and others, 47 Ronin by Sakai and Richardson, Jim Woodring's anything, Battling Boy by Paul Pope, Jupiter's Legacy by Quietly, Doherty and Millar to name a few.
