Looking back: Karr
Editors' Note: Former and current editors, columnists and reporters of The Dartmouth Sports section from the Class of 2009 were asked to reflect on their experience with Dartmouth sports during the last four years.
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Editors' Note: Former and current editors, columnists and reporters of The Dartmouth Sports section from the Class of 2009 were asked to reflect on their experience with Dartmouth sports during the last four years.
As the sun sets on what has been four fantastic years at Dartmouth, I have time to reflect on the good times and the not so good times, my proudest moments and my most embarrassing and, in general, what I have learned along the way.
I don't even need to mention the fact that the primary reason I was asked to fill in for Knapp for Toe-to-Toe was that he couldn't get himself together to write a simple column by deadline. So let me give you a little advice, Michael: "all-star" writers don't bail on the paper at the last second, and "all-star" columnists don't write columns so lackluster that they warrant a re-write a few days later by another columnist.
In case you haven't noticed yet, the weather has been gorgeous in Hanover lately. Sure, we got a little rain the other day, but that is behind us, and spring is in full bloom -- even feeling like summer at times.
This week I will be stepping over from my normal perch at Karr's Chronicles to the Toe-to-Toe section for a friendly debate with Mr. Rose about college athletics at a broad level. Now that the college basketball season has ended, there is a noticeable void in college athletic coverage at the national level. The fall season highlights college football, the winter highlights college basketball, and the spring currently highlights nothing, creating a void that is begging to be filled. Jordan's answer is lacrosse; my answer is baseball.
This year's March Madness has been anything but mad -- the better teams overwhelmingly won their matchups up until the Elite Eight. All but two of the top 16 overall seeds made it to the Sweet Sixteen, and all four number-one seeds advanced to the Elite Eight. After two minor upsets in the fourth round of the tournament, where the second-seeded Michigan State Spartans toppled the overall top seed Louisville, and third-seeded Villanova beat in-state rival Pittsburgh, the Final Four is filled with familiar faces.
It is a time of astounding change at Dartmouth College in nearly all realms. The announcement of Jim Yong Kim as the College's 17th President marks a new era for Dartmouth. The Dartmouth has been feverishly analyzing the implications of Kim's selection, and critics have been quick to question the decision.
This is my favorite time of the year -- when February turns to March. The coming of March means two things this year: (1) A new U2 album on March 3, and (2) the official beginning of March Madness, the always-shocking, ever-glorious college basketball tournament that is one of the greatest sporting events in the country. As this is a sports column and not a music column, I will focus on the latter, but I promise I am just as excited for the U2 album.
Several weeks ago, I received some criticism from Cornell students and fans when I claimed that basketball is the only thing that Cornell currently does better at than Dartmouth. One blogger cited the Cornell men's hockey team and wrestling squad as two examples of Cornell's further superiority over Dartmouth. After last weekend, however, I am confident enough in my claim that Cornell supporters are misguided.
Today is my 22nd birthday, and my present to myself is a shout-out in my own column. Congratulations to me. And in the spirit of congratulations, I'm going to further congratulate myself for winning the Ledyard National Bank Halftime Three-Point Shooting Contest at the Dartmouth men's basketball game against Brown last Friday. I was not at all sober, and the Big Green won the basketball game in overtime, so it was a good night all around.
It's official: the Pittsburgh Steelers are the Super Bowl champions once again. I, for one, was quietly happy to see it happen. I like the state of Pennsylvania -- it has a few redeeming qualities, and Steelers fans definitely live and die by their team more than fans of most every team, especially those of the Arizona Cardinals. I had predicted in a "Toe-to-Toe" column early in the season that the Giants would repeat, and of course I would have loved to see the Indianapolis Colts win it all, but the Steelers were probably my third choice to take the game. So congrats to Steelers fans.
It's the end of January, and sports fans the world over know that means one thing: the Super Bowl. Steelers versus Cardinals. Young quarterback versus old quarterback. Hard-nose runs versus glorious deep passes. In contrast, all the non-sports fans countrywide -- for example my mother, Peter Hughes '11 and my ditsy red-headed cousins -- don't care the slightest bit about the Super Bowl; they care about the commercials.
Correction appended
Josie Harper, Dartmouth's Athletic Director since 2002, announced yesterday that she is retiring. She is leaving in her wake a multitude of new and improved athletic facilities utilized by, for the most part, drastically underperforming teams.
Welcome back to campus my faithful readers, fans and critics. I am sure you missed me as much as I missed all of you, and I hope you all had wonderful holiday breaks. I for one watched a lot of television over my break: movies, shows, sports, you name it.
ny triumphs over the course of the college football season. Mid majors have played with the big boys (Boise State, the University of Utah, BYU); Texas Tech rose to prominence on the heels of Graham Harrell and fell at the hands of the old guard, the University of Oklahoma; a lowly team from Indiana named Ball State has gone undefeated; and the University of Alabama has made a convincing return to the glory of seasons past. All are noteworthy achievements. All deserve both cookies and small parades, without doubt.
"Should I drop Kerry Collins?" "I'm dropping Marc Bulger." "Did you pick up anybody when you dropped him?" "Yeah, I picked up Jonathan Stewart." "You suck." "Yeah, I know." "There is nobody good to pick up." "You can pick me up." "No, I don't want some idiot named Lee Murtha on my team." "Fine." "Boom, baby!" "What a hit."
Several weeks ago, when Schmidley and I were prematurely predicting who would win the Super Bowl, I wrote, "[The Giants] look even better than they were last year, minus the downgraded defensive line, and Eli Manning has come into his own."
In my book, Sam's the man. He should win the Heisman Trophy barring a monumental collapse in production. Oklahoma University quarterback Sam Bradford seems to be currently under the radar in the Heisman trophy hunt due to the focus on University of Texas and Texas Tech University, but that's just silly. If I were a private equity firm, I would be looking to gain a stake in Bradford's career (corporate recruiting is obviously taking its toll on my frame of mind).
By the time you (whoever you are) read this, you will have much more information than I do. Mr. Schmidley and I are predicting who will win the World Series just hours before game four is played. As far as we knew when writing this, the series was 2-1 Philadelphia and the Rays faced a must-win game on Sunday. Whether or not the Rays won, I am predicting that the Phillies will win the World Series.