Over The Hill
Super Bowl weekend -- the greatest spectacle in sports -- is finally upon us. The Super Bowl is an event that encapsulates the American dream -- passion, hope, hard work, cheerleaders, pigs in a blanket, etc.
Use the fields below to perform an advanced search of The Dartmouth's archives. This will return articles, images, and multimedia relevant to your query.
17 items found for your search. If no results were found please broaden your search.
Super Bowl weekend -- the greatest spectacle in sports -- is finally upon us. The Super Bowl is an event that encapsulates the American dream -- passion, hope, hard work, cheerleaders, pigs in a blanket, etc.
I miss the smell of subway cars. Every spring afternoon for four years my teammates and I would take the one train to Houston Street where we would switch to the M21 bus heading east towards the most inconvenient collection of baseball fields in New York City. Playing ball at Stuyvesant High School for a team that had no home field required many epic schleps around the City, and I loved every minute. The bonds that are forged among teammates while huddling together -- tight baseball pants and all -- on different modes of sweaty public transportation cannot be underestimated.
It was not the ideal result, but Dartmouth's split at Thompson Arena this weekend versus ECACHL opponents was good enough to keep the Big Green within striking distance of first place, one point behind Quinnipiac. As inconsistency at home returned to plague Dartmouth, the Big Green (5-3, 4-3 ECACHL) fell to Yale 4-2 on Friday, but recovered the following night to beat Brown 1-0.
Following a 6-3 victory over Colgate on Friday, Dartmouth (4-2-0, 3-2-0 ECACHL) took down the 11th-ranked team in the nation, dominating Cornell until the last minute of the third period. Led throughout the weekend by netminder Mike Devine '08 and freshman phenom T.J. Galiardi '10, Dartmouth, with its quick-strike offense, accumulated an early lead in both games.
Six days after toppling Harvard and Vermont in convincing fashion to open its 2006-07 campaign, the Dartmouth men's hockey team showed that it is still a good distance from developing into the dominant force it hopes to become.
Boston, New York, Washington, D.C., San Francisco, Belfast. If one asked Dartmouth seniors besieged with corporate recruiting which of the previous locations does not fit, the answer would be quite obvious. When PJ Scheufele '06 began the long and winding road to post-graduation employment last winter, little did he know the path towards his dream job would go through Northern Ireland.
Such was the case for the men's hockey team as the 17th-ranked Big Green (2-0-0, 1-0-0 ECACHL) opened the 2006-07 season at home defeating Ivy League rival Harvard (0-1-0), 5-2 in a reprisal match of last year's ECACHL semifinal. The Crimson had trounced Dartmouth's NCAA dreams with a 10-1 shellacking in the semifinals, knocking the regular season champions out of the league tournament and into bubble-team status for the national tournament. The Big Green veterans returning for this season would not be quick to forget this sporting equivalent of a knee to the groin.
Athletic Director Josie Harper released an official statement Thursday reprimanding the Big Green football program for its role in the post-Homecoming altercation which took place after Holy Cross defeated Dartmouth 24-21 in overtime on Oct. 14.
It was 7:30 p.m. on Friday night. Walking with my girlfriend, Jeannie, to Food Court from her dorm room in the Choates (she's a UGA, I swear), we could tell there was something unusual in the air other than the pleasant briskness of a fall evening at Dartmouth. Green-clad '10s, donning face paint and jubilantly carrying light-sticks, gamboled over to Brittle Lounge in preparation for The Sweep. Continuing our stroll toward fried-food scrumptiousness, we passed Russell Sage where myriad freshmen had formed the ultimate shmob, jumping up and down in unison and chanting "oh-ten, oh-ten" over and over again. Homecoming was upon us.
The MLB playoffs are upon us, and what better way is there to greet the fall classic than with some prophetic predictions? At midseason I wrote a column forecasting award-winners and playoff participants. Awards aside, as the last day of the regular season begins, I find myself three for four in playoff teams for each league.
Well hello, '10s! So you've survived three days of college classes, made it home unscathed after your first dance parties (at least those of you who did not get picked up after trying to convince Safety and Security that you've matriculated and it's now all right to urinate on the Blunt Alumni Center), and come out the other side of an absurdly long (and forced) freshman orientation. My congratulations.
We love steroids. In fact, they are the greatest thing to happen to sports since the Mets won the World Series in 1986! Got your attention now?
Josh Faiola '06, the second player on the 2005-06 Dartmouth baseball team to be picked up in this year's major league draft, may have been one of the few members of his class choosing between Dartmouth and junior college. Yet in the world of baseball up-and-comers, junior college is more than a viable option. For Faiola, one of Colorado's top high school pitching prospects, the quickest route to the major leagues seemed like the most appealing path. Then his better judgment set in.
As he was strolling around campus on June 7, Will Bashelor '07 had decided, for all intents and purposes, to delay thoughts of professional baseball for another year. Following a season-long rampage through the Ivy League, Bashelor had set his hopes on the respect and presumed monetary benefits of being a first-day pick in the 2006 Major League Draft. Yet by the conclusion of round 18, there was only disappointment when his name was not called. One phone call, however, would transform frustration into opportunity, and change the young outfielder's life forever.
The first half of the 2006 major league baseball season saw its fair share of surprises, controversy and excitement. From more steroids, to the Tigers, to Albert Pujols' one-man show in St. Louis, fans have been treated to a dandy thus far. As the All-Star break quickly fades into memory, it is time to hand out mid-season awards and look into Evan's official crystal ball playoff predictor.
Since I was five years old, the months of my life between April and September have been consumed by my unyielding obsession with baseball's perennial "little guy," the Mets. Ever since their inception in 1962, the Mets have embraced everything that it is to be an underdog (sorry Cubs fans). They originated as the replacement for New York's previously beloved Giants and Dodgers who had moved to San Francisco and Los Angeles, respectively, five years earlier and the Mets immediately found themselves overshadowed by the passion of the City, the most successful team in professional sports history, the New York Yankees.
I used to be a two-sport athlete who made the women swoon, but now I rely on fraternity intramurals to give me Wednesday night bragging rights. I still recount my days of playing public school basketball in New York City and competing against baseball teams that communicated only Spanish in the hopes that both, together, will give me some semblance of street-cred, at least by New Hampshire standards. Nevertheless, the time to shine is upon us all once again. I present to you Evan's Top Ten List of Summer Sports Ideas: