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Leisure

Bash delves, emotes, disturbs

For a campus where fraternities and sororities do not officially exist, there has been a recent influx of things Greek at Georgetown. Bash, Neil LaBute’s examination of psychology on the edge, is laden with allusions to ancient Greece: fate, mythology, classical tragedy and even a “Delphi University.

By the January 30, 2003

Sports

Hoyas mauled by Panthers

The Georgetown women’s basketball team lost their fourth straight game on Wednesday night at McDonough Arena as visiting Pittsburgh dominated the Hoyas 91-72. Sophomore guard Mary Lisicky led all scorers with 27 points in the defeat. The loss drops the Hoyas to 11-6 (2-4 Big East).

By the January 30, 2003

News

Matthews makes a hard call

“This school must be great if you have the money. If you don’t, it must be horrible.” Chris Matthews, known for his outbursts, blurted this out not twenty minutes into the live taping of his program Hardball at Georgetown last Wednesday. During a commercial break while the microphone was off, Matthews leaned over to his two panelists and told told them what he really thought.

By the January 30, 2003

Sports

Thank me later

Forget football. The game to which I devoted so much time, energy, and money for pitchers has broken my heart and left me for dead. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I went to the final game at the Vet expecting to tear up the seats as the final whistle blew, I had to then sit through a boring three-hour craptacle some people call the Super Bowl.

By the January 30, 2003

Voices

Thinking about the way he lived it

I think of my dad and Ronnie, little boys in Bayonne, chasing the ball in the street, watching the boats arriving at the docks and the boats departing, watching the water wash ashore and then recede; two boys marveling with child-eyed wonder at life’s comings and goings.

By the January 30, 2003

Leisure

Arena stages play gone Wilder

Some productions bear down on you with a fierce, unblinking eye. Others feel so lifeless, you find yourself wishing they’d blink, just once, to indicate that they haven’t totally expired. Theophilus North, the latest from Arena Stage, possesses flashes of the former category’s power but large doses of the latter’s docility. A jaunty tale of light angst, the play is adapted from the novel of the same name by Thornton Wilder.

By the January 30, 2003

Sports

The Sports Sermon

We just don’t get what all the fuss is about! People keep bitching and moaning about coaches and athletes like they’re doing something wrong, but we just don’t see it.

Yeah, so what if LeBron James has a $50,000 Hummer that he drives to school every day? Didn’t we all? And who cares if he hit another woman’s car and drove away … we’ve all been there.

By the January 30, 2003

Voices

My parents never told me about that

When I was 12 years old, I had my first and last conversation about sex with my mother. She and I were walking to the back of a drugstore to pick up a prescription, and we happened to walk down the “Family Planning” aisle. I stopped in front of the massive wall of prophylactics, turned to my mother and said, “I think it’s time you bought me some condoms.

By the January 30, 2003

Editorials

It starts from the top

Georgetown University Athletic Director Joe Lang’s comments in the Washington Post last week defending embattled men’s basketball Head Coach Craig Esherick angered many Hoyas fans. Amid criticism following embarrassing losses to St. John’s and Seton Hall, Lang praised Esherick for averaging 21 wins in his three full seasons as head coach, extolled the team’s high graduation rate (84 out of 86 players on Esherick’s watch) and argued that it is “unreasonable” to expect the Hoyas to reach the NCAA tournament every year.

By the January 30, 2003

Voices

Letter to the Editor

As a proud Rochesterian, I feel I need to respond to Carlie Danielson’s section of The Voice’s Spring Break article (“Spring Break 2003: Destination America,” Jan. 16). While your first paragraph painted an accurate picture of Rochester’s mundane suburban life, your second paragraph on the so-called “trash plates” was purely blasphemous.

By the January 30, 2003