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(04/22/14 9:27pm)
Yesterday, my professor abruptly cut off his lecture in front of 350 students to ask if Brandon Waddell was in the room. Seated at the back of the class, Waddell raised his arm slowly. The professor repeated his question for Branden Cogswell, who was seated next to Waddell. Our professor had apparently seen the Virginia baseball team win its weekend series against North Carolina and wanted to congratulate them, putting the two players on the receiving end of 348 stares. Look — varsity athletes!
(04/15/14 7:21pm)
Hydra, the Virginia women’s club Ultimate Frisbee team, faced off against Carolina Sunday afternoon in its last game of the season for what was, for all intents and purposes, senior day. However, there were no flowers and there were no framed jerseys. Instead of escorting their children onto the field, the parents in attendance camped out along the sidelines in soccer chairs, listening to their daughters shout cheers with varying degrees of profanity at halftime, doing their best to make sense of the game being played in front of them.
(04/08/14 10:42pm)
A member of the Virginia men’s basketball team for the course of 59 games, fan favorite Teven Jones averaged just 1.7 points. This season, he appeared in 29 games and scored 14 points with eight assists and only one turnover. He provided highlight-reel footage with a crafty steal and dunk against Virginia Tech — with his 6-foot frame, a victory for small guys everywhere — and, more recently, by being on the jilted end of the no-call heard round the world in Virginia’s Sweet 16 loss to Michigan State. And, of course, Teven is known and beloved for perfecting the art of the sideline shimmy.
(04/02/14 1:04am)
It’s been a long winter. We endured a dull Super Bowl and frustration at the Olympics (USA hockey, why?), and March Madness now threatens to destroy us all, if it hasn’t already. But all the while, the MLB has stayed quietly holed up in sunnier lands to prepare for what has finally arrived.
(03/18/14 6:25pm)
On Sunday, the Cavaliers and the hated Blue Devils were locked in a battle for the ages, and I was reduced to a rabid, shaking wreck on the couch. I took periodic anger marches through the house, screamed into pillows — only after being told by my parents that I was not using an indoor voice — and, by some combination of covering my eyes, yelling at Dick Vitale, pointing at the TV and trying to mute myself, decimated the seam of my sweatshirt’s hood.
(03/04/14 7:36pm)
Some years ago, my high school football team beat a ranked rival on a cold, muddy Friday night. I was never the most school-spirited, but when a group of students hustled down the bleachers and onto the field, I couldn’t help joining in. It was my first experience with rushing the field, and it was great.
(02/26/14 3:01am)
Spring is almost here. We are caught in limbo between down jackets and sweatshirts, heading to the gym or running outdoors and, of course, between winter and spring sports.
(02/20/14 4:38am)
In 2006, “Il Pomodoro Volante” — known to us non-Italians as Shaun White — took the world by storm. Iconic red hair flying, White dominated the competition at the Turin Winter Olympics and took home his first gold medal. His celebrity and the hype surrounding him grew, and in 2010 he responded with a repeat performance. White was introduced to the public as a kid with long hair and immense talent. Now, some years later, he is an adult. The hair is gone, the talent remains and one new ingredient has been added: a legion of snowboarding frenemies.
(02/11/14 8:16pm)
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. The candy section at Kroger has taken a turn for the heart-shaped, the cheesy jewelry ads are out in full force, and the less festive of us just want to fast forward through the whole ordeal. But this year, that’s not an option. Valentine’s Day and the week leading up to it coincide with events much bigger than chocolate hearts.
(02/04/14 10:27pm)
It’s Monday night. A handful of people are milling about the Main Street Arena lobby. Some head to the bar, while others congregate around the ice. Two men carefully prep the ice and line up equipment along the edges of the rink. Finally, once the ice is deemed ready, everyone wearing snow boots, boat shoes and sneakers steps onto the ice for the big event: curling.
(01/29/14 9:27pm)
Here’s something about me: I’m a girl. My somewhat ambiguous name has been known to cause confusion when unaccompanied by my headshot, but rest assured — I am most definitely a woman.
(01/22/14 7:59pm)
Have you heard of Richard Sherman, the self-proclaimed best corner in the league?
(01/12/14 11:23pm)
Last week, a little place called Cooperstown experienced a not-so-little amount of drama. Maybe you heard about it.
(12/04/13 5:52pm)
Today we mourn the loss of the Virginia football program, a program that brought joy to so many, but whose life tragically dwindled away this fall.
(11/19/13 11:53pm)
The 2013 regular season was a demonstration in dominance for the Virginia women’s soccer team. The season opener against VCU saw them ranked seventh, but by their Sept. 12 ACC opener, the Cavaliers had shot up to second in the nation. A week later they were on top, and for good reason. The Cavaliers eventually notched 19 wins — a school record and perfect regular season.
(11/14/13 2:45am)
Another week, another loss. Another football season all but gone down the drain, and the fans are screaming for the coach’s head.
(11/05/13 10:41pm)
Virginia fans, do you know what the Charlie Brown walk is? You’re probably more familiar with it than you think. It’s the very same walk — head down, arms limp, feet dragging — that has carried you out of Scott Stadium week after week. With six consecutive losses nudging the potential of a 2-10 campaign closer to a reality each week, it’s fairly safe to say that the season is lost, and so, dejected, we trudge on.
(10/29/13 10:59pm)
I was six years old when my dad taught me two very important life lessons: first, to root for the St. Louis Cardinals. Second, in his words, “You don’t mess with the mojo.”
(10/23/13 3:29am)
When I sat down to write a column this week on the Virginia football team, I came to the realization that everything that there is to say about the team has already been said. In fact, it’s been said many times.
(10/17/13 1:10am)
Three years ago I walked into Scott Stadium and received a giant orange shirt. The front read “A New Era of Virginia Football,” an optimistic salute to newly anointed coach Mike London. Well, that first year was hardly a banner year for our dear Cavaliers. My second year was better: a trip to Atlanta for the — admittedly disastrous — Chick-fil-A Bowl highlighted an 8-4 record. And then there was my third year. We may not have reached full-scale Mayan Apocalypse standards, but we came pretty close. The last memory I have of the 2012 season is watching those four, sad seconds of the Virginia Tech debacle ticking away in stunned silence. I was actually probably cursing like a sailor, but my mom reads this column.
