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It only took 13 minutes for my family to call me after the Bears lost the Super Bowl.
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It only took 13 minutes for my family to call me after the Bears lost the Super Bowl.
When college sports fans hear Notre Dame, they usually think of Knute Rockne, Golden Domers and Touchdown Jesus. This year, however, another group of Fighting Irish is making a name for itself in the world of college hockey.
Frenetically paced, impeccably cast and thoroughly devoid of any genuine emotion, gravitas, coherence or joy, director Joe Carnahan (""Narc"") has created such a vacuous, two-dimensional shoot-'em-up, it actually makes one pine for the work of Tony Scott. As unsatisfying as ""Smokin' Aces"" feels when the credits roll, it is compounded further when the enormous potential of the pitch, the players and the premise all hit, and one can't help but think: ""What the hell happened?""
Perhaps the only redeeming feature in an otherwise nondescript season for the Green Bay Packers was their final game. With a chance at a .500 season after a 4-8 start, the Green and Gold traveled to Chicago and soundly beat the best team in the NFC. And make no mistake about it: anyone who says the Bears were not up for that game is not versed in this rivalry.
After a strong debut effort, most bands fear the momentum-killing sophomore slump. As Austin, Texas based ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead proved, however, deferring critical disappointment for several albums can be even more damaging. From their promising self-titled debut to its grandiose follow-up ""Madonna"" and the superb, apocalyptic ""Source Tags and Codes,"" Trail of Dead rode a wave of near-unanimous critical approval. Consequently, when the wave broke on 2005's disappointing Worlds Apart, the resulting shock left the band with no clear direction forward and very little on which to build.
This weekend senior Jim Reuter, UW-Madison's favorite trombonist and the man we all hope to marry won the year's most coveted title, Most Eligible Bachelor. Sporting a top hat and gold beads, Jim wooed the ladies and came out atop a number of other hopefuls. His talents include playing the piano and wearing the heck out of those basketball shorts. His advice to the ladies, ""Don't take the first thing a guy says seriously. Give him an eight to 10 second grace period to change his mind and go with the second thing.""
Over Thanksgiving break, my mom gave me a miniature plastic Christmas tree, insisting that I take it with me to ""decorate"" my apartment. When I got back and placed it on the kitchen table, it didn't particularly bring me any cheer because I don't have any ornaments besides the accompanying miniature gold bulbs she kindly took the time to include. My prosthetic pine didn't smell a bit like a real tree, so I bought one of those car fresheners and adorned my ode to forced holiday cheer without the slightest hint of irony.
I'm sure Badger fans didn't miss it, but in case you did—the Bison struck again.
Tenacious D's first feature-length film, ""Tenacious D in: The Pick of Destiny,"" pulls out all the cinematic stops one might expect from a translation from skit to silver screen—cameos, special effects, sensational rocking and more stoner references than you can shake your bong at. But the comedic duo/band holds back in an unexpected way.
Such a set of contradictory journeys has been absent from the Baseball Hall of Fame ballots in recent years. Sure, much maligned convicted bat corker Albert Belle donned the list last year, but his place in Cooperstown was always far from guaranteed. This year is much different, with next year's ballot released yesterday. But before we go into the reasons why, let us flashback to five years ago, when Major League Baseball's public road to impurity was just on the horizon.
Shocking news here, so you'd better take a seat: I love Thanksgiving. It is, without a doubt, my favorite day of the year. I am a grateful person, and I enjoy this opportunity to thank anything responsible for the glorious food of the past year. Bring me a pie on this day, and I'll chase you around like Borat, trying to kiss you.
This is a fervent plea to all would-be fashionistas: please, despite the ubiquitous presence of Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie on the cover of every tabloid and fashion magazine, do not imitate their styling choices. Take a picture of Mary-Kate Olsen wearing her three ponchos, cowboy boots and giant bug glasses, tape it on your closet door and draw a big red X"" over her dinky little body.
Despite the outcome of the referendum, which proposes banning gay marriage, the issue will most likely be resolved in the court system, rather than after the Nov. 7 election.
Commonly in our society, as well as in college life, certain distinct roles are delegated to individuals. We are often forced between conforming or not conforming and becoming a social outcast. When dealing with sex, this is no exception.
The UW-Madison ""Motion W"" can be recognized on memorabilia around the state and even the country as a logo exclusive to UW-Madison. Could a gold and purple ""W"" representing a school nestled in the city of Waukee, Iowa infringe on its integrity?
There's nothing quite like a car ride from Milwaukee to Ann Arbor, Mich. The picturesque scenery of Gary, Ind., bumper-to-bumper traffic on Interstate 80, and an abundance of Illinois tollways are enough to make watching the ""Golden Girls"" marathon seem like a good time.
There are certain mortal locks in sports. When Barry Bonds stepped to the plate in his prime with first base open, you walked him. When the Bulls were in crunch time in the mid '90s, Michael Jordan was getting the ball. When Derek Jeter steps to the plate with the game on the line, he'll somehow get the pitcher to groove him a pitch so he and his ""intangibles"" can help the Yankees to another win.
Amy Lynch, UW-Madison's favorite goal-achiever, recently decided to become the gold medal winning Olympic body builder for 2008.
In their latest release, the foreboding and ambitious Game Theory, Philadelphia hip-hop veterans the Roots exhaust little time and mince few rhymes before conveying the monolithic cloud of social and political turmoil that shrouds our nation. The first full-length track, ""False Media,"" depicts a disoriented country stuck inside the nightmare of Columbine High School, a country where ""Eleven million children are on Ritalin."" They explain resolutely, ""That's why I don't rhyme / For the sake of riddling."" Game Theory earnestly identifies with America's struggling youth and couples raw, emotionally vivid poetry with nuanced, funk-inspired riffs, offering a dark, stimulating hip-hop experience par excellence.
Cardinal Reader Reuben Rosenthal sent in a drink this week honoring a fallen icon with his tribute to Steve ""The Crocodile Hunter"" Irwin.