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(10/26/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, I am no longer living in South Mass 111. My sophomore year room draw number was Lodge-worthy, and I needed an out. So fellow opportunistic Jew Sam Worth '13 and I contacted our extraordinarily talented and recently injured friend, Keith Moffat '13, to see if he wanted to bunk up with us. A member of the United States Ski Team and a chronically smooth talker, Keith parlayed his leg injury into a prime South Mass triple, which Sam and I happily inhabited. Keith is back from competition for Homecoming in Hanover, and he graciously granted me a rare in-person interview.
(10/19/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, I always seem to be on the wrong side of a rivalry. The Dodgers always start the season with the best record in baseball before inevitably losing the National League West pennant to the San Francisco Giants. When the future finally started looking up for my beloved Los Angeles Clippers, their hallway rivals decided to assemble the NBA's closest incarnation to a Barca-esque super team. I'm even on the wrong side of Dartmouth's lopsided rivalry between affiliated and unaffiliated students. But through it all, there was one athlete that the battered American sports fan could always fall back on, whose victories were both inspiring and frequent. Sadly, the true character of this man was only recalibrated with reality after a spectacular fall from grace. As it turns out, the Lance Armstrong we thought we knew never even existed.
(10/12/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, the wide world of sports is becoming even wider, and in the process, more transparent. While the diminishing opacity of professional sports is invaluable for penetrating journalists, documentarians and producers, the casual sports fan is being exposed to the realities of the average athlete, and the picture is not always pretty.
(10/05/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, the prospects of an NHL season are diminishing by the day. As has become all too ordinary over the last decade, phenomenally wealthy owners are attempting to roll back the players' percentage share of revenue by double digits. Just a season after celebrating hockey's return to profitability, the self-pitying group of owners is trying to save itself from its own overspending. Similar to commissioner David Stern and the NBA owners, NHL commissioner Gary Bettman and his gang of kvetching millionaires believe they need self-imposed rules to constrain their own free agency binges.
(09/28/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, I am a nonner. The transition of my self-perception from "athlete" to "common folk" was hastened by a failed three-year stint with a local club soccer team in middle school. Since then, I've always harbored the acrimonious feeling that my athletic career came to an untimely end not due to my lack of elite skills, but because of my teenage growth spurt's tardy arrival.
(09/21/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, top NCAA executives have privately considered eliminating the "student-athlete" designation from official use, according to ESPN. I'm concerned about this terminological shift, not because I will sorely miss the catchy "S-A" abbreviation, but because it is this type of surface-level debate that will hinder any progress on the very serious, very real issues facing the NCAA and those subject to its rules.
(09/14/12 2:00am)
Much to my chagrin, the summer before my senior year was tragically abbreviated. Sure, there are some logistical advantages to this experimental calendar system, though I can't help but feel the same dissatisfaction as I do at the close of the lockout-shortened seasons that have become increasingly common in professional sports. The gift of the three-month summer, a staple of all our lives since Kindergarten, was unceremoniously yanked away and replaced by an elongated Thanksgiving break. We are all back in Hanover, already behind on our reading and cursing Jim Yong Kim for his parting "gifts" to the college. "Here's a consortium on concussions, a panel on drinking and, while we're at it, how about everybody comes back to school two weeks early!" There is an upside to the schedule shift beyond the extended autumnal vibrancy, or, as we Jews call it, allergy season. That upside is the inauguration of a fall academic quarter which actually coincides with the fall athletics season. For as long as Dartmouth has used the conventional quarter system, fall athletes have come to Hanover for preseason activities long before the rest of the student body. In fact, many of their regular season schedules began before freshman Orientation. This incongruity between the academic and athletic calendars is not lost on the fall sports teams. Don't be fooled by their muscular exteriors and general awesomeness athletes have feelings, too. This year, there's an unprecedented excitement surrounding the emergence of the fall season, including those athletes set to perform. Why wouldn't they be inspired? Since coaches can no longer rely on monetary incentives to injure a member of the opposing team (who dat?), it's a stroke of luck and good timing that this weekend's events will feature a sea of green and white in the bleachers. I spoke to co-captain of the women's soccer team Emma Brush '13 after last Sunday's game, and she confirmed the positive sentiment about the forward-shifted schedule. While the squad isn't particularly used to having a grand showing of student fans, the sizeable flock that showed up against No. 21 Rutgers University proved a much more potent force than the Scarlet Knights' traveling army a phenomenon that did not go unrecognized by the girls in their home whites.