If you’ve watched even five minutes of just about any sports or news network in the last few weeks, then you have seen that Lance Armstrong is in some hot water.
Saturday turned out to be a perfect day in Madison. The weather was beautiful—a welcome change from the week where it rained nearly every day—and Badger football fans flocked to Camp Randall Stadium with a universal feeling of excitement.
Marcus Lee, a highly regarded basketball recruit out of California, verbally committed Wednesday to play for Kentucky beginning in the fall of 2013.
Let’s play a game. I want you to invent a word for a genre that doesn’t exist until you create it and use it for generalizing music that has yet to be categorized in a way that makes one feel safe. It can only be one word and takes two steps to effectively create: the first part of the word must be an adjective, preferably abstract or otherwise absent from basic conversation, and the second part must end in either “wave,” “core,” “step,” “hop” or “trap” (for the relevant hipsters out there). If you’re feeling innovative, add “post” to the beginning for extra historical value. How many can you conjure from the recesses of your socialized mind?
Sunday afternoon, in the midst of a good slate of National Football League games, millions of people were glued to the television or a computer screen. Instead of pigskin and fantasy football, though, we watched history.
Rivalries define the Big Ten. Flashback to Oct. 29th last year. Under the lights in Columbus, Ohio, quarterback Braxton Miller heaves a forty-yard bomb with 20 seconds left in the game.
China’s Mo Yan was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature last Thursday to the consternation of Bob Dylan fans, but more on that later.
It’s 2012. Technology has expanded to the point where there are innovations in nearly every facet of our lives to make things easier and more convenient. We have voice-controlled phones. We have watches that can monitor our health levels. We put a freaking rover on Mars. So why can’t we have instant replay in baseball?
The Badgers have all but booked their trip to Indianapolis with a dominating 38-14 road win at Purdue Saturday. Of the eligible teams in the Leaders Division, Wisconsin controls a two-game lead in the standings and is the only team to win a conference game so far this season.
I will say right now that I am a better literature student than I am an English student. I lacquer up the cracks in my spare time with books, and if I’m not reading, I’m merely taking a break from reading. In my dorm, I’ve got a shelf full of books brought from home, a shelf of library books above my desk and a host of books waiting for me at Steenbock Library.
For as long as football has existed, the game has been predicated on one team or one person imposing their will on their opponents. It is a show of power, of force, that is unlike almost any other organized team sport. The toughness and physicality of the game is what draws so many fans to football. But when a player is knocked out of a game, and his own hometown crowd starts to cheer, it’s hard not to think that we’ve gone too far.
I think we can all agree that, for the most part, movies are primarily a visual medium, right? Wrong!
There are sports that have just become a sort of filler for when there is nothing else to watch. Baseball is one such sport that fits this description.
To the horror of peers and piss-scented dudes alike, my friend and I recently embarked on a journey to an EDM show in Madison… sober. For many readers, this may never be a possibility to consider, but allow me to enlighten you: It is an option that is as doable as it is enjoyable. I wrote this guide for people like us: the lone wolf of the Zach Galifianakis-led wolf pack that does not happen to partake in certain substances, legal or not, when attending music events. Since arriving to college, I have planted the soles of several pairs of tattered shoes upon the hardwood floors of many events, all of which I have attended sober. (Save the “You’re better than I am…” speech for someone who isn’t human.) While this mental hitchhike occurred through genres trap, indie, and the like, I discovered a formulaic approach to surviving every DJ set and underwhelming moshpit one may encounter through their time in Madison or anywhere else on the planet, no PBR necessary.
America has a thing about war movies. Specifically, World War II movies.
Lost in the thick of the regular NFL refs returning and a slew of wild college football games this weekend was a significant development in college basketball: Kansas head coach Bill Self extended his contract with the school through the 2021-’22 season.
Precedent can be unkind to the young. Art, history, generations—these can be unseemly hanger-ons. And they are, to the extent that we buy into their more depraved aspects.
As far as games have advanced in storytelling and acutely/creepily detailed facial animations, there’s an implicit joy in shooting hordes of enemies that will probably never fade away. The first “Borderlands” was built around this almost carnal activity, but its success depended on the utilization of an intuitive co-op system and the addicting search for superior loot.
Defense wins championships. This antiquated cliché and go-to slogan for mediocre sports commentators is believed to still be relevant in today’s NCAA, but if you watched any college football last weekend, you saw that offense has taken over.
If you’re reading this column, you must possess an understanding of the glimmering piece of art that glows in the limelight of strip-clubs and on-campus apartments nationwide (and potentially worldwide). It is this minimalist megahit that involves money, a type of territory and how they flow in an effortless tangent of twerkable genius.
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