How do those old playground rhymes go? Oh yeah, like this: “Girls rule; boys drool.” Or the ever-classic “boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider; girls go to college to get more knowledge.” But between those days of name calling-equality underneath the monkey bars and now, a lot happened: girls got cooties, boys got…
When you think of sports, you probably think some of the following: body paint on a middle-aged man’s beer belly; chest-bumps; foam fingers that read “#1”; a 300-plus-pound behemoth of an athlete nicknamed Tiny; and religion. Whoa, wait; double-take. Religion? That’s exactly right. After the 2011-2012 National Football League season, it’s probably true for many…
The Super Bowl. It is one of biggest American sporting events of the year. It comes complete with middle-aged men lathered with body paint in the colors of their team of choice, more deep-fried and fatty foods than a Southern potluck, mind-numbingly entertaining commercials and those foam hands that say “#1.” But the Super Bowl…
Nine hundred ninety-eight… nine hundred ninety-nine… one thousand! One thousand sit-ups! That’s the sound of a healthy Cobber, a ripped Cobber. Hey, no need to be jealous. Now that Old Man Winter has settled in, and activity is at an all-year low, everyone is feeling a little pudgy ‘round the edges. Not all people are…
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Feeling frazzled? Forgotten what it’s like to smile? Ever ask yourself, as did the once-great pop artist Britney Spears, “Why do these tears come at night?” If so, then I have a prognosis: you be suffering from Finals-Weekitis! Chill, Freshmen, it’s not terminal, but it is serious—just take a look at Britney Spears and tell…