Voice Staff

The staff of The Georgetown Voice.

Sports

Selling my soul

For the bulk of my 21 years, I have been an avowed underdog supporter. Just a brief survey of the New York area teams I grew up watching will prove my point: I follow the Mets, Jets, Islanders and Nets. Apparently, I was cursed with a streak of bad luck in my formative sports-watching years.

By the January 31, 2002

Sports

Voice Sports Profile: Jeff the Juggler

“So here is the deal,” first-year student Jeff Civillico (CAS ‘05) said. “I learned to juggle when I was seven.”

At age seven, while visiting colleges for his oldest brother Gene, Civillico was intrigued by the street performers in Harvard Square in Cambridge, Mass.

By the January 31, 2002

Sports

Hoyas peel Orangemen

In the 2001-02 Syracuse Men’s Basketball media guide, under the “Opponents” section, Georgetown’s senior point guard is dubbed as “Kevin Breswell.” Whether or not this typo was motivation for the Hoyas, Braswell and company made sure the No. 10 Orangemen won’t forget their names anytime soon with a 75-60 drubbing at MCI Center on Monday night.

By the January 31, 2002

Sports

No more excuses

As in life, success in sports is based upon the bedrock principles of accountability and results. If you don’t get results, then you are always held accountable. Whether you are Phil Jackson or Michael Jordan, Craig Esherick or Kevin Braswell, sports fans want victories, and there will be hell to pay if they feel their team does not play up to their potential.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

Oh, Dana Dixx

A romantic at heart, I believe in The One. The One is the one for whom you are The only One and vice versa. I had one once. Yep, she was The One. The One who got away: Dana Dixx, the first love of my life.

Dana Dixx. Even now the name gives me pause. It skates across my tongue like a youthful Brian Boitano then passes through my lips, which close after it like a parting kiss while its sweet sound lingers in my ear?which was more or less all she left me with when it was over, just a pretty name and the face to match.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

Have football, will travel

Saturdays are days of mourning at Georgetown. Instead of happily bounding out of bed, grabbing some Tylenol and heading off to the Tombs to get steeled for the game ahead, the average football fan awakes to the unhappy reality that if he or she is to feed his or her addiction, it will be done cheering on some other college with a good football team.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

Give me a touchdown

I used to be the nerdy kid in elementary school.

That was the kid whose genuine attachment to the learning process was overshadowed by those who had a genuine place in the cool group.

The “cool group” used to fascinate me. I always wondered what it took to be a Sunset Elementary “cool” member.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

Until Today

Until today, I took for granted the ability to translate my thoughts into coherent verbal expressions. Then I arrived in Paris. Suddenly I am mute. Words catch in my mouth like overcooked oatmeal. Well-meaning, but perpetually exasperated French people cannot understand that I live at 4 rue Alfred Bruneau.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

A public service announcement

It seems that we have reached that time of year again when the characteristically Scandanavian weather patterns in Washington abate and make way for summer. Our winters are usually tedious and unspecacular ordeals, marked by murky and gelid conditions, biting wind and little in the way of aesthetic precipitation.

By the January 31, 2002

Voices

Lucky to wear the blue and gray

As a second-semester senior, I often find myself reflecting on the many reasons why I have come to enjoy my undergraduate experience at Georgetown University. Several events during the past week made me especially appreciative of being a Hoya.

On Friday night, nearly three hundred of my fellow seniors and I packed into The Rhino Bar and Pumphouse for a night of drunken revelry.

By the January 31, 2002