Bam! It's over! They win it!
On week one of Dream Job, Mike Hall was voted off by America, perhaps because of his reference to Kerri Strug's gold-medal clinching performance in the 1996 Olympics as the greatest sports moment of all time.
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On week one of Dream Job, Mike Hall was voted off by America, perhaps because of his reference to Kerri Strug's gold-medal clinching performance in the 1996 Olympics as the greatest sports moment of all time.
I'm not really a political person. Sure, I try to stay informed, but the majority of my world news comes from skimming articles on the Internet and The Daily Show. I'm more into local news shows, i.e. the weather and the Eagles.
Suddenly.
We're going to have a little lesson today. Listen up, because there'll be a quiz later.
I love football. There's nothing better than sitting down at the bar on a Sunday afternoon and watching all 10 one o'clock games while screaming at the top of your lungs about how the refs blew that last call or that last call was blown by the refs or that incompletion two plays ago was the fault of the refs.
Eh. You'd expect something different than what you get from a film about the Japanese porn industry titled Bastoni - The Stick Handlers.
I knew little to nothing about The Used before writing this review. I knew lead singer Bert McCracken dated Kelly Osborne and throws up on stage, or something like that. So when I got the assignment to write about The Used, I knew I had to do some sort of gimmick or else I'd look like an idiot (and even then...).
My summer internship was going great. I covered to a story or two, wrote them up, got edited and then checked out. A few weeks ago, however, I got a curt e-mail that said I had been leaving too early. And so, now I'm stuck sitting in an office with nothing to do but browse the ol' Internet.And so, I present to you my Top 5 websites for the Summer of 2003, complete with "Protips" in an homage to a video game magazine I used to get when I was in fourth grade.
If dropping out of the crosshairs of conservative America has disappointed Marilyn Manson, he's not showing it.
We've been getting movies from World Wrestling Entertainment for about a year now. Apparently, Vince McMahon -- yes, we're going to assume that the WWE owner himself ships out the videotapes -- thinks that Penn students are a prime market for shoulderblocks, bodyslams and pinfalls.
It's around three o'clock Monday afternoon in the Palladium. It's dark, with light coming in through the half-open curtains, illuminating the dust that comes off of every crevice of the old, wooden interior. The dining room is closed and of the six bar stools, four are vacant, as are two of the three couches, but the conversation rages on. The topics move from George W. Bush's recent speech in Philadelphia to the Phillies' season opener. Conversation segues effortlessly from one into the other, and it seems as if everyone's opinion is heard. The bartender, the waiters and even the owners join in the discussion. This isn't just a restaurant or a bar. It's a piece of the architectural landscape, a cozy place where ideas are allowed to breathe freely, a quiet place where one can sit and think. It's just another afternoon at the Palladium, a scene that has been played over again and again at the Locust Walk restaurant for the past 20 years. In a few weeks, that seemingly endless cycle will be cut short. The Palladium is closing. Its lease is up. The University is not negotiating to extend it. At the end of the semester, it's over. This story doesn't begin on Locust Walk. It begins at a different restaurant at 47th and Kingsessing. Two former Penn economics professors, Roger Harman and Duane Ball, started the original Gold Standard in 1979 after retiring from teaching at the University. At that time, the then-Christian Association building at 36th and Locust housed the CA Eatery, a grungy cafeteria-style restaurant. After the eatery closed in 1983, University President Sheldon Hackney -- a regular customer at the Gold Standard -- nudged Harman to put in a bid for the space.
There's a bulletin board on the wall of my bedroom that has a collection of press passes from my two-and-a-half years as a sportswriter. It's a pretty impressive collection, if I do say so myself. In addition to season passes for Penn basketball and football from the past couple years, I have Penn Relays passes, NCAA Tournament passes and -- to top it off -- a 2002 Phillies season pass, complete with my photo in the center. In my time as a sports editor at the Daily Pennsylvanian, I've interviewed plenty of famous people (Penn assistant sports information director Rich Schepis), I've traveled to a lot of exotic locales (Ithaca, N.Y.) and had plenty of good times (covering a football game outdoors in 15-degree weather in New Haven, Conn.). Okay, okay, Ithaca isn't exactly springtime in Venice -- but I have interviewed Joe Frazier and Donovan McNabb, I have traveled to New York and Boston and I did cover a 76ers playoff victory. It wasn't a bad job. And so when it came time to run for positions on the editorial board in November, it was pretty much expected that I would run for Senior Sports Editor and mold the Sports section as I pleased. It would be cushy -- as cushy as a $225-a-month college newspaper job can be. I'd be the boss of the best college sports section in the country. I'd be able to shape things the way I wanted. I would be doing pretty much the same thing that I had done the past year -- it would be a piece of cake. But that was the problem. After two-and-a-half years, sports writing had become a routine, and I was tiring of it. There's only so many times you can hear "we just take it one game at a time" or "I really just gave it 110 percent out there" before you want to shove your recorder down a coach's throat. After a lot of thinking, I decided to run for Managing Editor of 34th Street. It wasn't an easy decision. Although you'll still see my byline on the sports page once in a while, it's still a big change. But after three issues of Street, I know I made the right decision. It's been taxing, but it's been fun. It's a lot different -- people fight with you more, not everything's as cut-and-dry. And while I was pretty much the expert on every Penn sport, I certainly can't tell hip hop from trip hop, or The Hives from The Shins. With two issues gone and a lot more to go, I can safely say that I know it will be worth it. The assembled group of Street writers and editors are an excellent bunch, and while I might not be able to follow the Quakers if they make it to the Big Dance, I will be able to cheer them on from the stands. Which is nice, because Penn-Princeton is Tuesday -- and I've got a Puck Frinceton t-shirt in my drawer that hasn't been worn in a long time.
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