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(04/22/04 4:00am)
T he best advice I have ever received about my column-writing was absurdly simple: Put a little honest piece of yourself into every column you write. Columns aren't like game stories, where all you have to do is look outward at the game stats, the player quotes, the field conditions to get your story. When you write a column, you're suddenly elevated from 15-letter byline to full-color mug shot. That's the kind of thing that gets you recognized in bars, in discussion, on the street, in the most awkward situations. And if you're going to be recognized, your column should answer the questions readers ask themselves: What does the person in this mug shot know about sports that I don't? What is she like? Funny? Opinionated? A Cubs fan?
(04/15/04 4:00am)
When I took over this column space, I knew what role I was supposed to fill. I was a female sportswriter, an enlightened young college woman, a former high school athlete and a benefactor of Title IX: this was my space to trumpet women's athletics at Virginia. Here I could use all of my feminist training to let male sports fanatics know that the girls were about to beat them at their own game.
(04/08/04 4:00am)
It all started innocently enough: Three fourth-year sportswriters traveling to Chapel Hill for our last Virginia basketball game in the Dean Dome. Matt Trogdon, who is always happy to be traveling south, stumbled upon the collection of ACC fight songs that were available on his phone, and uttered the words that almost made me swerve off the road:
(03/25/04 5:00am)
Spring is finally here. Unlike those who think that tree blossoms or warm weather or the appearance of sundresses herald the season of rebirth, I've spent the last four years attached to a different sign of spring: helmets and shoulder pads. While the rest of the world is thinking bunnies and bouquets, any self-respecting Virginia fan should be observing the rites of spring: lacrosse and spring football.
(03/18/04 5:00am)
I am totally stressed out.
(03/04/04 5:00am)
When Youth Dies for Loyalties Sake
The Hallowed Memory of Love Abides.
(02/26/04 5:00am)
You want a story? Let Roger Voisinet tell you a story. A hockey story. Voisinet is the general manager and assistant coach of the U.Va. men's ice hockey team. He is the club's biggest promoter, chief recruiter and when the time comes, most proficient storyteller.
(02/19/04 5:00am)
There are very few things in this life that I really can't stand. I've always considered myself a tolerant person, someone who strives to be patient and reasonable and understanding. But on Sunday afternoon, I had to face facts: I just can't stand Duke.
(02/12/04 5:00am)
There were 20 of us who stumbled into the University Hall media room in the spring of 2001 -- wide-eyed first-years excited to have clinched a spot in hands-down the coolest-sounding USEM. Even the instructor team seemed to suggest that this class would break the mold: An affable assistant athletic director and a perceptive psychology professor tag-teamed their opening speech just as they would collaborate on future lessons.
(02/05/04 5:00am)
As if academic achievement, social action and good looks weren't enough, last week brought another stroke of luck to the Class of 2004. Virginia alumnus and New York Giants running back Tiki Barber will speak at our Valediction Exercises this May.
(01/29/04 5:00am)
There is one opponent that every team faces every season, no matter the sport, conference or TV deal. As the preseason turns into early season and drags into midseason, the beast sets in: Fatigue.
(01/21/04 5:00am)
A few weeks into my first year, I took the plunge. Enticed by table-top advertisements and without anything legal to do on a Friday night, my roommates and I packed into the trolley and caught our first U.Va. men's ice hockey game on the Downtown Mall. It was an experience that, for many reasons, I will never forget.
(01/15/04 5:00am)
There comes a time in every sportswriter's life when you must tuck in your napkin, pick up your fork and eat crow. Though fowl is definitely not part of my New Year's diet, it is my turn to choke down a hearty helping. For three years, I've been the drum major of the Pete Gillen bandwagon -- I boasted about our preseason rankings, I loved his bobbleheaded demeanor and I believed all of the hype -- but after watching Duke steamroll our woefully miscoached Cavaliers Sunday, I am turning in my baton.
(12/04/03 5:00am)
Every year at this time I run into the same dilemma: All year long I think of hundreds of things I want for Christmas. Then, right around Thanksgiving time, my mind goes completely blank. Mom tells me I need to figure out what I want to ask for from Santa (yes, I still write to Santa) and I can't think of a single thing. Of course, around New Year's I look at my supply of new socks, Christmas underwear and gift certificates and remember exactly what it was that I so desperately longed for before my turkey-induced amnesia left me with a very unspecific letter to sent North.
(11/19/03 5:00am)
Most of the world over, the sport of "football" is played with no pads, no helmets, no cheerleaders and certainly no pigskin. The balls are round, the tackles are sliding and Americans call it "soccer." My apple pie upbringing usually makes me partial to football as Americans know it, but this week I find myself wishing that football were more like soccer -- Virginia football and Virginia men's soccer, specifically.
(11/12/03 5:00am)
You have got to be kidding me. Last week, in Sports Illustrated on Campus, columnist John Walters argued that rowing was not a sport. Why? Because Walters makes a distinction between athletic activities and sports, the latter being those competitions "where defense is actively employed." Rowing, which merely requires a full-body sprint toward a finish line alongside an opponent, is therefore not a sport.
(11/05/03 5:00am)
Are you tough enough?
(10/29/03 5:00am)
There was a time in my career at the University where I never would have expected to say these words, but I think the time has come: I really miss the pep band.
(10/24/03 4:00am)
"Go!" "'Hoos!" "Go!" "'Hoos!"
(10/22/03 4:00am)
Have you heard? The spring course offering directory debuts next week and I, for one, am absolutely excited about it.