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It has been almost three weeks since the release of the best thing ever to happen to Dartmouth College after the opening of Hanover’s third consecutive Thai restaurant: NARP Meets World. Each week, I effortlessly tap into my inflated ego and weave together a string of absurd self-assertions about my prowess. The best part about this is that even though nothing about my character lends a shred of evidence for such proclamations, you guys love it. In this fast-paced, 10-week hellhole we call home, the only consistency is my column. With each article, you seek refuge from the toxic academic environment of the Lone Pine through NARP Meets World, living vicariously through the grandiose tales I reliably produce on a weekly basis. But it’s time to wake up. NARP Meets World is nothing more than Gatsby’s green light beyond the docks, a nebulous fantasy of social mobility I mercilessly constructed out of nothingness to provide you all with a few moments of ignorant bliss. Nothing about this column is real. I just wish I could say this is as bad as it gets.
Danielle Okonta '20, Emma Sklarin '18 and Sabena Allen '20 took to the campus to talk to take the pulse of the Dartmouth club sports scene. Check out what they found out here.
Entering week seven already, I cannot think of a single person on this campus who has not taken an L this term. Stand tall, fellow Dartmouth sports fans. Stay resilient. And come back stronger to crush the end of the term; whether you’re playing intramural football or just trying to stay afloat in microeconomics, there are only 30 more days left in the term to do better. In the spirit of Lil Uzi Vert, when you “get knocked down, act like you never lost, come back and win like you Ronda Rousey, like you Ronda Rousey… Like you Ronda Rousey.” Therefore, I declare this week the week of resilience. With Homecoming this weekend, the school needs to collectively get all its work done in order to both finish the term strong and have fun during the weekend. Furthermore, I will be giving out “Ronda Rousey awards” to the best moments in sports this week that truly embody the spirit of resilience, picking yourself back up and fighting like you’re Ronda Rousey.
“As sure as God made green apples, someday the Chicago Cubs are going to be in the World Series.”
Former Big Green goalkeeper Stefan Cleveland ’16 knows quite a bit about winning. The 6-foot 1-inch Dayton, Ohio native has had the perfect college career. After riding the pine behind the incumbent Noah Cohen ’14 his freshman year, Cleveland has made a name for himself on the pitch as a premier goalkeeper both during his time at the College and now at the University of Louisville.
With 35 varsity sports, 33 club sports and 24 intramural sports and more than 75 percent of undergraduates participating, it is safe to say that a love for athletics runs deep at the College. However, not many people know the evolution of Dartmouth’s varsity athletics program, beginning in 1769. This week, The Dartmouth explores the history of sports at the College through an overview of landmark events, traditions and obscure sports.
Carmen Braceras ’20 grew up playing ice hockey. At Dartmouth, she is using those skills to play for the field hockey team. Braceras, a freshman from Concord, Massachusetts, began playing field hockey in middle school. She played varsity at Concord-Carlisle High School, and she currently leads the team with 13 points.
Sophomore year, year two or just a second chance; I have a theory that things only get better when you’re still kind of new to it, but not too new. Whether it’s a rookie baseball player who at first failed to meet tremendous expectations forced to toil in the minors for a year, recalled back up again to help carry his team to the National League Championship Series or a Dartmouth student who needs his freshman year to figure out the wild game and phenomenon of “pong,” 2016 has been the year for just getting adjusted to shine.
I promised myself I would never do this again, yet I once again find myself in the land beyond the pride. Going against every single thing I have learned in Disney’s “Lion King,” I find myself with no choice but to venture down to the darkest realms Dartmouth has to offer.
Baseball fans love to bring up the lack of a clock in baseball. No matter what happens in the first inning, you have to record all 27 outs to win the game. The difference between this and say, a 60-minute football game, is subtler than it might seem. In football, a big hit might set a tone that carries a team through all four quarters. An early lead of just two touchdowns may quickly seem insurmountable for the opposing side. No matter how much time is on the clock, momentum is always critical in sports with time limits. One takeaway can completely shift the complexion of a game, and that shift can last for the game’s duration.
It was only last fall when Tony Choi ’16 followed through on his dream to form a powerlifting club at Dartmouth. Despite its humble beginnings, the club accomplished extraordinary feats in its first year, sending nine students to a regional competition in Brooklyn, New York and later sending five to compete at the USA Powerlifting Collegiate National Championship in Providence, Rhode Island held on April 14 to 16.
From 2014 to 2016, the men's soccer team's goals, shots and shots on goal vary greatly but feature a similar trend.
Growing up, every child who has ever played a sport has admired an older or professional player. While few ever meet their idols, even fewer have the opportunity to play for them. Zoë Leonard ’19, however, is one of the few playing for her childhood idol Tara Hittle, an assistant coach for the women’s volleyball team.
The men’s soccer team is the only varsity team at Dartmouth to achieve back-to-back Ivy League titles in the past few years. But even that claim might somehow understate the program’s successes when considering the critical role the freshman class played in both championship seasons.
The Beginning of a New Era
I get it. Vin Scully is really good at announcing baseball games. He tells anecdotes that make the game come alive. He’s been with the Los Angeles Dodgers forever, or at least since 1950 when the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn. That’s all well and good, but I didn’t grow up in Los Angeles, and I’ve never once listened to a Dodger game on the radio. I was at the game last summer, when Scully announced he’d be back for a 67th and final season, but I have to say it didn’t have much of an effect on me. Scully didn’t play any role in my baseball experience as I got into the sport, so while I respect his undoubtedly remarkable career, his retirement will not affect me or my love for baseball.
I love the San Francisco Giants. I’ve loved them ever since Barry Bonds was still hitting home runs and we didn’t think he was a dirty cheater, since Tim Lincecum was the best pitcher in Major League Baseball for like three years, since we started winning the World Series every even year since 2010. Max, shouldn’t you be very concerned that the Giants have dropped the first two games of the National League Division Series to the Chicago Cubs? Yes, and to be completely honest, it kind of feels a lot like how I came out the gate failing my first microeconomics quiz last week: not good at all but weirdly remaining confident that the Giants will not be eliminated and that I will not have to end up dropping micro.