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. In fact, perhaps the only competitive contest that could eclipse the Bowl would be a Royal Rumble-style cage match between all the presidential candidates juiced up on HGH.
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.
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.
Asafu Suzuki / The Dartmouth Staff The Dartmouth men's hockey team squelched any doubt cast on its capabilities after last week's struggles.
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. Following a heartbreaking 2-1 home overtime loss to St.
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.
College athletes are a vengeful species. And when an opportunity for redemption reveals itself, the competitor is swift to seize it. 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), ...
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.
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.
The MLB playoffs are upon us, and what better way is there to greet the fall classic than with some prophetic predictions?