Row right after cup game?

Usage examples of tier.

Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time, Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

The Biter was on the dockyard tiers, swarming with yardmen, with attendant noise and mess.

But he did not converse with Holt about it until much afterwards, until they had rowed downstream at last to where Biter lay silent on the Deptford tiers.

Every one suddenly appeared extremely busy, and kept as far from Boule de Suif as if tier skirts had been infected with some deadly disease.

A few moments later, as the crowd held its aching sides and mopped its eyes, Samson the Strong Man hauled prone, soaked, semi-conscious, fearfully hallucinating Buffo off up the gangway that led to the foyer as little children gave him one last tittering poke for luck before he vanished as from the face of the earth, while the clowns ran round and round the tiers of seats, kissing babies, distributing bonbons and laughing, laughing, laughing to hide their broken hearts.

And then the smell of wood smoke in the lodge, the tiered smoke in the cold room, the cadaverine breath of the men crowded around him and Mischa on the hearth.

Even the flaring coral pink and incarnadine satins of the capes glistened with the lubricious tones of intimate feminine flesh and served to underscore the essentially lascivious nature of the frenzy that descended upon the tiered ranks of spectators.

My hands, too, were chained, the two chains running to a heavy ring over and above my head, in the slatted wood of the tier on which I lay.

They filled every cuneus and maenianum of the amphitheater, from the best seats up to the hard ledges of the highest tier.

The dark tiers of the prison walls ran forever down the deep cyanic sky.

Tiers upon Tiers of people rose up all round in a widening circle, and lost themselves in a dazy mist of light at the top--it was like a picture by Martin!

They rode the escalator to the sixth tier and squirmed through pandemonium to their seats.

At the far end of the godown, bronze cylinders were stacked in tiers of different sizes.

He took a table on the top tier and watched Greg Grom perform below, at the best seat in the house.

The box I had engaged was in the second tier, but the theatre being small it was difficult for a pretty woman to escape observation.