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By now, we all know that one of the unique things about the University of Richmond is the accessibility of the athletes on campus. How many other colleges honestly provide their "normal" students with as much opportunity to fraternize with D-I athletes?
Most University of Richmond students have heard news of the recent cholera outbreak in Haiti, but the gravity of the situation was made clearer on Wednesday afternoon.
Bright sunshine streams into the window of my University Forest Apartment on a fall Friday afternoon. The foliage blankets the trees in gold, orange and crimson. There is a certain crispness in the air: It is not too cold and it is not too hot. Perfect weather to relive elementary school recess games.
I love football games that come down to the last drive.
So maybe you never want to be considered a typical gym rat, and you don't have to, even if you do want to flex during Beach Week. To smash the myth, weight training is not just a man's activity; ladies can and should do it, too.
They hit hard and often on the field. They make monster blocks on the glass, slapping the ball and sending it flying in the opposite direction. They check you so hard you see stars. They smack the ball with the bat, propelling it into oblivion. They berate and trash-talk worse than a drunken sailor.
The day after the unlikely World Series match up between the San Francisco Giants and the Texas Rangers was confirmed, I scrolled through both teams' active line-ups. I didn't know much about the players, so I started researching. Here's what I dug up.
"Be aggressive. B-E aggressive. B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E."
My friend was lucky enough to score a ticket to last week's Monday Night Football game between the Minnesota Vikings and the New York Jets. It was Brett Favre's first game after Deadspin.com broke the story about his attempted cell phone seduction of former Jets' game-day employee, Jenn Sterger.
I'm no psychic, but I knew the U.S. Ryder Cup team would lose on Monday.
This is not a column about school spirit. I know that the majority of Richmond students are proud to be Spiders, because if we weren't, then we would have transferred by now.
New stadium? Check. New high-profile transfer quarterback? Check. New greater sense of school pride surrounding the football team? If last Saturday's game against the University of Delaware is any indication, that box most assuredly will remain blank. While starting off fairly full, the student section provided only a handful of dedicated fans standing and cheering on their Spiders by game's end. A mass of people even left at halftime, when the game was still close with Richmond trailing by a mere 13-6 deficit.
Mascots are a silly thing.
Like father, like son. Like mother, like daughter. These adages typify inherent qualities others see in father/son and mother/daughter pairs. Acting like your mother or father not only applies to personality qualities and quirks, but in many sporting families, parents and children have similar playing styles and a tenacious attitude for excellence.
You'd think that working out is working out, plain and simple ‐ whether it be running on the treadmill at home, trying to drop your recently acquired college pounds or fooling yourself into thinking that you can keep them off at the lovely Richmond gym ‐ and you'd think that all workouts are created equal. Wrong.
"If you build it, they will come."
Late last month, 21-year-old Rory McIlroy made a shocking statement.
Instructor: Any fitness professional available to you.
What is considered a sport?
I've seen athletes tear their ACLs to shreds, endure excruciating surgeries and then lie on a training room table as athletic trainers use heavy steel blades to forcibly break up scar tissue in the most sensitive parts of their knees. I've also watched the most mammoth football players have to dunk their entire bodies in tubs of ice on Sunday in order to walk to class on Monday without limping.