Sentence examples for only rack from inspiring English sources

Lofton, who has been a starter in Atlanta for four seasons, is a strong run defender with the ability to not only rack up the tackles, but also shut down runners before they even get to the line of scrimmage.

With a familiar rat-a-tat-tat salvo, Mr Osborne insisted that it was Labour, through its former profligacy in government, that bore prime responsibility for the dire state of Britain's public finances, and that the Keynesian gush of spending recommended by Mr Balls would only rack up more unsustainable debt.

To find the best candidates, he says, look for companies that not only rack up extreme positive or negative accruals but also had earnings surprises going the other way.

The only rack railway in India, it uses the alternate biting system (Abt) commonly termed as 'rack and pinion' rail system and is operated with special steam locomotives.

But Billups was not only racking up win shares because he was playing a lot of minutes.

When Sarah approaches, the barefoot woman turns, and Sarah sees her face: it's the mirror image of her own, only racked with sorrow.

He played some midlevel songs from those releases — "Magic," "Stevie Wonder" — but those who had waited it out were there for two things only: "Racks," which was received with cheers, and "Tony Montana," which virtually shook the room.

Lindsay was a bad-boy left-winger whom everybody in a three-thousand-mile radius outside Detroit — even my gentle-souled mom — loved to hate: mean as a drill sergeant, almost pathologically aggressive, with a Dead End Kids kisser and zero grace, who not only racked up a lot of penalties but also an infuriating number of goals, the bastard.

Urgently.'" A somewhat similar blueprint emerged in 2005 when Atlantic and a small partner, the Florida company Fueled By Ramen, signed Paramore with plans to build a brand-name rock band, one that now not only racks up sold-out shows but sells merchandise from flip-flops to tube tops.

Lindsay was a bad-boy left-winger whom everybody in a three-thousand-mile radius outside Detroit even my gentle-souled mom loved to hate: mean as a drill sergeant, almost pathologically aggressive, with a Dead End Kids kisser and zero grace, who not only racked up a lot of penalties but also an infuriating number of goals, the bastard.

For Baumgardner, throwing off the shackles of traditional feminine roles and finding copious fault with men led naturally to Sapphistry — which meant not only racking up radical bona fides by joining the ranks of the doubly dispossessed (female and gay), but also empowering women everywhere by proving the old bumper-sticker truism that a woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.