World Series

I just wanted to thank the good Lord for making me a Yankee fan.

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Urban Danced

Homecoming. Aside from Christmas, this is probably my favorite day of the year. For some, this event marks a return to happy times. A return to college, and random hookups. A return to the Trailer Park, and to the Pryz.

For me, homecoming marks the anniversary of the greatest college party in the history of CUA. Thank you Tina and Rudy. It is a time when I get to see old acquaintances, catch up at the Times, and see the Urban Dance Team.

Sure, it may be a bunch of white girls from Jersey, but you know what...those girls have moves. It is the highlight of the football game for David, and one of the many great events of HoCo. So get ready to Tanto Jump on it, make the sound a Cardinal Makes, and most importantly to come Home once again.

Tree vs Shadow

Abraham Lincoln once said, "Perhaps a man's character was like a tree, and his reputation like its shadow; the shadow is what we think of it, the tree is the real thing."

How often do we have this shadow over us that protects us from being genuine with others? So many times we say or do things because of the perception that we want other people to have.

I think sometimes its hard to show people the real you. Will they like me? How should I act around this person? I admit, it's difficult to face the fear that you might get chopped down. But is it worth it to pretend to be something your not. Be comfortable with who you are. Laugh, cry, speak your mind. Don't worry about the future, or what people's opinion of you is. Work on you first, the rest will fall into place. Character is a funny thing. We learn it over time. Build your character, and the reputation will follow. O and for the record, the people that you really care about...they like you for you.

Playoff Day

Well, today is the day. It is the day when I either begin to find meaning to my life yet again...or the day when I begin to sulk into a minor depression that can only be cured by a Notre Dame bowl win in December.

Today Yankee playoffs start. I am hopeful, yet still very apprehensive. Having the best record in baseball has not meant success in the postseason over the past decade. Don't get me wrong, I believe in this team, I really do. I'll put all my eggs into the basket. I will watch every pitch. And yes, I will cry if they lose. Jimmy Dugan, I would argue that there is crying in baseball...or at least by its fans.

So this begs the question...when was the last time you cried over a sporting event? Were they tears of joy or more likely tears of sorrow? This time I hope for the former.