John Song
John Song
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Song: Going steady or ridin' solo? Counterpoint
OMG. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner! It’s time to bust out the annual to-do list again: gotta stock up on chick flicks, ice cream, tissues, and…
Song: Yale’s gotta win, right?
It’s that time of the year again ladies and gentlemen: The Game.
Song: In Tebow I trust
Tim Tebow. Those two words have created more contentious viewpoints than Meatless Monday. With the NFL draft tonight, no man has generated more vitriol, worship, and uninformed opinions over the course of the past 24 hours. Even my completely sports-illiterate neuroscientist mother had an opinion. “The (Jacksonville) Jaguars are going to buy him, right?” she asked. Besides getting the buying/drafting part of the verb use wrong, even my mom was insinuating that homeboy had to get drafted by the Jags — if for no other reason than her remembering that my friend played on his Little League team. (That’s right — I knew Tim Tebow through a friend!)
Song: Madness was mediocre
I’m glad Duke won the NCAA Tournament.
Song: A guide to being a fan
Dear Toronto Raptors: I QUIT. That’s how my letter to the Toronto Raptors went after they went 0–4 on a West Coast road trip and lost nine of their last 10 games. I quit on them just like they’ve quit on me in effort, heart and any recognizable standards of team basketball over the course of the last decade. For more reasons why I quit, please see my Facebook note titled “Dear Toronto Raptors: I quit.”
Song: A proud Canadian (kind of)
I love curling. I love skeleton. I love ice dancing. There, I said it. I love obscure Olympic sports. I love all the wacky curling lingo, I love hurling yourself head first down an icy chute at over 90 mph and I especially love the way that ice dancers shake their, um … talent.
Song: Risky decisions, different results
Who dat say dey gunna beat dem Saints? For all of you living under Snooki’s poof for the past week, a little football game went on between the New Orleans Saints and the Indianapolis Colts on Sunday. Through all the weird commercials (I don’t know what godaddy.com is, but Danica Patrick and her host of hot models just made it my homepage) and disjointed play (extended commercial breaks after both the touchdown and kickoff?!), I couldn’t help but notice the similarities between the Super Bowl and The Game 2009.
Song: We all hope for a turnaround
I’ve gotta be honest: Over the past few weeks, I’ve been so caught up with the whole junior-year job search that I haven’t really paid much attention to the sports world.
Song: Won’t happen in 2010
When I was thinking of ideas for this article, I could’ve very easily gone with the hackneyed “three sure predictions to come true in 2010!” approach. Instead, I’m going to go with the slightly less hackneyed “three goofy predictions impossible to come true in 2010!”
Song: Williams’ call wasn’t a bad one
It wasn’t a bad call. No, I’m not crazy (even though I did watch a marathon of “The Hills” over Thanksgiving break). In any other situation, in any other season, the call to go for it on fourth-and-22 is an indefensible call. But at The Game 2009, “The Call” wasn’t indefensible though the result makes it seem a stupid decision. In fact, it was a great call that just didn’t turn out the way we wanted.