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poetry: sonnet of the king and queen

By Jorge L. Gomez Jr. February 1, 2007

Sports

Sports Sermon

The death of a great athlete has cast a shadow over the bright anticipation of the pre-Super Bowl sports world. He was bigger than Brian Urlacher, faster than Marvin Harrison and had more heart than Peyton Manning. His tragic death has exposed a sport with a standard of safety that would be deemed unacceptable for two-legged athletes.

By Anthony Francavilla February 1, 2007

Sports

Hoya basketball peaking at the right time

As the post-season draws nearer, prospects are brighter with Georgetown riding a five-game win streak which has propelled them to 3rd in the Big East standings. Fresh off a win against Cincinnati, the Hoyas look as if they may finally be living up to the preseason hype.

By David Dietz February 1, 2007

Sports

Ex-Patriot Fan

Every year, the lead-up to the Super Bowl gets overblown by every analyst and sports station in the country. Interviews, highlights, and stats abound, encroaching on the life of every good American sports fan. The inundation is relentless right up through the final sideline reports thirty seconds prior to a great flashing of cameras, during which a kickoff is rumored to take place.

By Phil Perry February 1, 2007

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Tequila Sunset

The night that Shane died started as one of the nights that made me love California.

By Somerset Perry February 1, 2007

Sports

Hoyas’ voice from above

In his maroon cardigan, knitted navy tie and square glasses, the voice of the Verizon Center sits comfortably amidst a library of theological tomes on a sunny Monday afternoon. Father William McFadden, S.J., may seem an incongruous choice for a job most often reserved for pomade-shellacked quick talkers just out of broadcasting school, but after almost 34 years as the public address announcer for the Hoyas, McFadden is as adept at the mike as any of them.

By admin February 1, 2007

Voices

More complicated than carbs

I grew up on a strange blend of Happy Meals and granola, white bread and Flintstones’ vitamins. My physical activity revolved around a hula hoop and relatively infrequent Jane Fonda workout sessions alongside my mother. The monkey bars frightened me, and I still can’t quite turn corners on a bicycle.

By Perry Collins February 1, 2007

Voices

Heelys: wheely, wheely fast

It had rained the night before and, as my classmate fluidly sailed past me on the slick asphalt path, my reaction was that I had witnessed a miracle. It was my first time seeing a pair of Heelys. The first messiah had walked on water—could the second one glide inexplicably across wet pavement?

By Sam Sweeney February 1, 2007

Voices

Bonding through brutality

I’m a firm believer in the unifying powers of a good game. You can’t beat that surge of adrenaline and camaraderie that accompanies a rousing round of Pictionary and the toe-curling thrill that every painstakingly organized game of mafia creates. I have a special place in my heart, however, for backyard games.

By Katherine Norton February 1, 2007

Voices

Our father, who art in Congress

One night last spring, working as a host at a ritzy Washington restaurant, I met a conservative congressman and his wife at the door. Knowing their table was far from ready, I started chatting while hanging up their coats. Discovering my Georgetown affiliation, the congressman’s wife demanded to know my religious and political views. The congressman rolled his eyes, clearly wanting to leave his work at the office, but when his better-half found out I was both a liberal and a Catholic, she demanded to know how I feel about abortion. The air of pleasant small talk dissipated after I said “pro-choice.” She smirked at me. “Not very Catholic, eh?” For the rest of the night, whenever we passed, she would lean over and ask, “Jesus change your mind yet?”

By Tim Fernholz February 1, 2007