By 30-year-old freediver Tanya Streeter, a world record for both men and women by descending 400 feet into the Atlantic Ocean off the Turks and Caicos Islands near Cuba. Diving in the category of "variable ballast," Streeter, a native of the Cayman Islands who lives in Austin, descended on a weighted sled, then kicked to the surface with the aid of fins, all on one breath of air. The dive, which exceeded the record by six feet, took three minutes, 38 seconds, and Streeter was watched by 14 safety divers at intervals along the route. Streeter's freedive was the first record attempt by a woman since Audrey Mestre died last October while trying to set the No Limits record (a category in which divers get propelled to the surface by an air bag) of 561 feet (SI, June 16). "I've surpassed my expectations," says Streeter. "I'm excited about inspiring other freedivers to pass this mark."
The badly decomposed body of missing Baylor basketball player Patrick Dennehy. Investigators recovered the remains five miles south of Waco, Texas, off a dusty road that turns into University Parks Drive—the street that runs past the Ferrell Center, where Dennehy planned to play this season, and the apartment he shared with teammate Carlton Dotson. Dotson, 21, is charged with his murder. While police won't comment on the murder or the motive, the discovery ends a six-week search. "I praise God that he took Patrick home," said Dennehy's girlfriend, Jessica De La Rosa, on Monday, "though we'll never understand why he took him now."
To using the Metrodome's ventilation system to try to aid balls hit by the Twins, Dick Ericson, the stadium's superintendent from 1982 to '95. Ericson said he turned on fans behind home in the late innings of games when Minnesota was hitting, though whether fans make a difference is debatable; recent tests by a University of Minnesota professor were inconclusive. But Ericson, who said the Twins didn't know of his scheme, felt the added breeze couldn't hurt. He said the fans were turned up for Kirby Puckett's 11th-inning homer in Game 6 of the '91 World Series. "It's your home field advantage," he said. "Every stadium has got one."
Of pneumonia, Bob Hope, 100, indefatigable entertainer, impassioned golfer and former part owner of the Indians. Growing up in Cleveland, Hope watched Indians games through a hole in the fence at the old League Park and boxed in the Golden Gloves. He fought briefly as an amateur (record 2-1) and remarked, "I was on more canvases than Picasso." Hope made it to the other side of the fence when he bought a stake in the Indians—which landed him on the June 3, 1963, cover of SI—and he owned a piece of the L.A. Rams from 1947 to '62. He learned to play golf on a driving range beneath the Queensborough Bridge in New York, went on to hit six holes in one, play with six U.S. presidents and lend his name to the PGA's Bob Hope Chrysler Classic. "If you watch a game, it's fun," he said. "If you play it, it's recreation. If you work at it, it's golf."
By two New York beermakers, Funny Cide Light, in honor of the blue-collar horse who won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness. The brew got the blessing of Funny Cide's owners, who rode to the Triple Crown races in a school bus. "I was in charge of getting the buses, and I loaded them with beer," says Dave Mahan, one of the owners. "We're not beer guzzlers, but it's probably our drink of choice." Those with more refined taste needn't despair: Funny Cide Chardonnay was bottled last month by New York's Millbrook Winery.