Another year at the University of Virginia has begun and we must once again awaken from the throes of summer to balance classes, clubs, social events and my personal favorite, sports.
Though apparently never scribbled on the cultural cave wall of Youtube, I swear the following commercial aired in the primitive times of the early 2000s. A keg-bellied, body-painted, hirsute parody of a fan at a college football game declares he’d forfeit his soul for a championship.
What to conclude about building a successful college football program in the wake of Phillip Sims’ departure from Virginia.
When I picked up my one of my first few copies of the Cavalier Daily upon arriving on Grounds in 2010, it seemed like an innocuous act.
With the end of the semester just a few weeks away, spring athletic teams are wrapping up their respective seasons and wistfully eyeing the summer that is just around the corner.
NIT quarterfinal games rarely assume any enduring meaning, but Virginia’s loss to Iowa left me with a pervasive sense of sadness. After the game, I heard underclassmen repeatedly reassure themselves to “Just wait until next year.” But for those of us who will be gone next year, that sentiment is somewhat bittersweet. My second and third year, I covered the basketball team for this paper and watched every game from the press area.
Ben concludes his tenure at The Cavalier Daily.
At 2:44 p.m. Monday, Deadspin tweeted out a headline to a story that read: “How an Achilles Tear Affects NBA Players (or why Kobe Bryant is screwed).”
As yet another semester draws to a close, teachers naturally ramp up the workload in an attempt to make sure they cover all their material by the time finals roll around.
I understand that it’s the job of compliance divisions at every college campus to monitor what we athletes do and make sure we aren’t getting into trouble. However, they should not revoke our freedom of speech just because we are student-athletes.
Present Day Me: Hey, are you guys all here? 2008 Me: Yo yo, I’m here. 1999 Me: Hi all! 1994 Me: unintelligible Present Day Me: OK, cool.
Commercial breaks between NCAA Tournament games often depict unrealistic scenes. AT&T squeezes Larry Bird, Bill Russell, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar and Magic Johnson into preschool-sized chairs.
Something I’ve noticed about sports coverage lately is just how fast it moves. The 24-hour news cycle and the widespread accessibility of information via the Internet and social media outlets have made sports news a constant, stream-of-consciousness flow.
With the conclusion of the third round of March Madness this past weekend, the remaining teams get the next few days to concentrate on surviving the Sweet 16. The losing teams, however, will head back to the drawing board and spend the offseason formulating a plan to go deeper in next year’s tournament, part of which may include the firing of a head coach.
Dear LeBron, Last year I wrote a ghost story about you loosely based on Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” and somehow passed it off as a column unimaginatively titled “A LeBron James Ghost Story.” I’m not going to recapitulate exactly what it entailed, but just know that the phantasmagoric world that I limned in that column did not present a very flattering image of you, to say the least.
In the classic biopic “Patton,” the titular general describes an ancient Roman tradition. Slaves, George C.
It is 5:30 p.m. Sunday. I’m somehow still exceedingly hungover , and for the last five hours I have been switching channels back and forth between Super Bowl pregame drivel, the Hoos falling apart against Georgia Tech and the Puppy Bowl.
It has begun. Sunday evening, the Baltimore Ravens and San Francisco 49ers will take the field in New Orleans for Super Bowl XLVII, looking to claim king-of-the-gridiron status until September. And with the Super Bowl, naturally, comes a veritable deluge of media coverage. I hail from New Orleans, and when I talked to my parents during the weekend, they told me about how the French Quarter, the city’s most iconic neighborhood, has been overrun not only by tourists and fans in town for the game, but also by the various media outlets covering the contest as well.
Virginia senior point guard Doug Browman stands apart from his teammates. He spoke to me from outside the Cavaliers’ swanky film room — in which Browman’s higher-profile teammates address the media — after Saturday’s 56-36 clobbering of Florida State.
The word “humble” has been casually thrown around during recent NFL playoff press conferences, but because it rarely made sense in context, I compulsively re-checked the definition.
