"You know, Shakespeare said something about this, didn't he, once? 'Much ado about nothing?'" Virginia coach George Welsh joked at yesterday's press conference in reference to the recent controversy over a letter from Virginia athletics director Terry Holland. Holland posted a letter last Wednesday on TheSabre.com, an independent Virginia sports Web site.
If you missed the radio broadcast of the Cavaliers' 27-10 victory over Wake Forest Saturday, you didn't miss much. Aside from Antwoine Womack's 40-yard touchdown run and Kevin Coffey's 48-yard touchdown catch, Virginia did just enough to take care of business on the field. The question on everybody's minds had to do with what happened off the field this week.
WINSTON-SALEM, N.C.-After three minutes Saturday, the Virginia football team looked on the verge of blowing out Wake Forest, a mediocre conference opponent, in a game where a lopsided win would have allowed all the Cavs, and coach George Welsh especially, to avoid persistent questions about the coach's job security. But 57 minutes of play later, the Cavs had managed only an efficient but unremarkable 27-10 victory, and the questions remained.
Virginia freshman forward Alecko Eskandarian continued to pile up the goals, but he couldn't keep the Cavalier men's soccer team from swallowing a 3-2 overtime loss to unranked William & Mary last night in Virginia Beach. Tribe freshman Philip Hucles opened the scoring in the 50th minute and hammered home the game-winner in the 100th.
When most kids coming out of high school were trying to decide which college they should attend, Billy Baber had a unique choice to make: go to college on a football scholarship or make money playing professional baseball. Naturally, Baber took his mother's advice and decided to attend Virginia.
So there I was in my half-furnished living room two nights ago, watching "Monday Night Football" and putting off all kinds of very necessary homework, when Terrence Wilkins makes a 27-yard touchdown catch for the Indianapolis Colts. At about that point, it occurred to me that any self-pitying Cavalier fan worth his striped tie - you know, the ones for whom Virginia football is a potent, drunken mixture of khaki and halftime tailgating - had surely just raised his hands skyward and pined for the days when Wilkins wore No.