It dawned on us this week as we handed our card to Renee in “dirty south” and received the pound from the one and only Matt Crandall, that sometimes everyone needs to digress. Even if the topic is sports, which no male can truly digress from, sometimes the time comes to be completely random and not discuss sports (see: Mark Cuban).
So let us kick a different vibe for the Serm for a moment here, and then return to sports commentary at the end. There are alot of kids at this here university who really don’t care about anything that goes on, which is sort of saddening to me, given the whole “goin’ to school in D.C.” kick we got back on da lawn of Copley-ness during NSO.
Case in point: Sophomore Class Assassins. The kid running this here program is about as big a nerd as they come, so ya figure, throw him a bone, right? But no, only three kids signed up on day one of signups. That’s just horrendous. Now, kids who clearly want to play walked past the table and scoffed, talking of kegs and video games after class. It’s all starting to bug me.
We feel like Fred Durst. Does anyone have a Griffey hat?
There a ton of people on this campus devoted to making your life more fun, but sometimes it seems the only guy who’s making your life better is Lou at Wagner’s who will sell two kegs to an underage kid. So, here’s my advice to everyone reading this: Get out there and do something, even if it’s just going to a meeting of some club and then dropping it. Work the Dispatch concert. Go away to NAIMUN. Write for “Bamby” about sports. Go to an InterHall event. Tell GUSA reps what you really want them to do, whether it be establish a spirit day or “shove it.” Find your passion and make others love it.
So, how does this tie into sports at all?
Men’s basketball. Huge game Saturday versus da ‘Cuse. We need every single person reading this (Henle 59 and possibly Li Hui) to go to MCI and cheer their heart out. We need this win more than I need an analogy I am too lazy to make.
So there you have it. Get involved. Go watch us pound Damone Brown into the ground. Hey, that rhymed. And if you want to do something else cool, roll up to Red Square anytime between 11 a.m. and 2 p.m. either today or Friday, but only if you’re a sophomore.
Sophomore assassins, baby. Gotta get involved somewhere, I figure, so your involvement might as well be chasing Hopkins around with a water gun …
