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If you're staring at someone who does something weird, are you the creep, or are they? I hashed over this thought as I watched a robust guy freeze in his tracks, mouth agape, in front of a vending machine. It had been a Snickers that caught his eye. The ""Satisfies"" label had thoroughly convinced him of his impending fulfillment.
After two weeks of knowing it would play in the Capital One Bowl Jan 1. in Orlando, Fla., the UW football team (7-1 Big Ten, 11-1 overall) hit the practice fields Tuesday for the first time since finding out it would face Arkansas (8-2 SEC, 10-3 overall).
Although this season has been nowhere as painful as last year's ""let's give the fans hope every game and then crush it in excruciating fashion"" debacle, watching the Packers this season is still like having a dull headache. It's not terrible, but it causes mild discomfort nonetheless.
Protecting the lead—a rarity during a five-game losing streak heading into the weekend—has been a point of emphasis this season for the Wisconsin men's hockey team. Playing in the College Hockey Showcase, the Badgers (3-6-1 WCHA, 5-9-2 overall) turned in mixed results against two top-ten teams at the Kohl Center Friday and Saturday.
It's Nov. 20, 2004. I'm at Kinnick Stadium in Iowa City, Iowa and ready for the Wisconsin Badgers to win a share of the Big Ten and clinch their first Rose Bowl since their 1999 campaign.
UW football head coach Bret Bielema addressed the media Monday, discussing a number of issues facing his team as the Badgers (6-1 Big Ten, 9-1 overall) prepare for their last conference game of the season.
Under normal circumstances, the UW student section is welcoming and pleasant. Gentle hostilities are exchanged between the sections and opposing fans have to expect ridicule, but I was not prepared for the intense alienation I felt Saturday afternoon. I have long felt the sting of prejudice and second-class citizenship since it was discovered that I have an inability to clap on rhythm, whistle, snap and—worst of all—participate in massive group dances.
I spent an inordinate amount of my middle school existence in a mall. I don't really remember what the point of my weekly Saturday trips to the mall was—except to maybe scope out the latest selection of butterfly clips at Claire's (I always color-coordinated my clips to either match my braces or provide an extra bit of super trendy accessorized support for the Packers) and try on different shades of pink lip glosses (ok, and to check out all the eighth grade football studs who roamed the mall wearing snap pants). All I knew was that it was the cool thing to do and I wanted nothing more than to be a cool seventh grader.
It took nine games and nearly two months, but the Badgers finally played a close one. Through the first eight games the Badgers had never won by any fewer than 14 points and, in their only defeat, lost by the very same margin.
WEST LAFAYETTE, IND.—On an absolutely beautiful day for football, the UW defense turned it into an ugly day for the Boilermaker offense. Purdue only accumulated 106 total yards in the first half as the Badgers held Purdue to only three points en route to a 24-3 victory in West Lafayette Saturday.
The Badgers waited until the end of the game to take a victory lap with Paul Bunyan's Axe, but they could have circled the field much earlier.
A Division I athlete on a college campus doesn't have to do or say a whole lot to be considered down-to-earth. He has to nod indiscriminately to fans as he passes, dole out verbal salutations with liberty and award a select but sizable few a high-, low-, or medium-five if and whenever possible.
Midway through last week, the UW men's soccer team was riding high. Sporting a six-game unbeaten streak, ranked No. 22 nationally and perched atop the Big Ten conference standings, things couldn't have been going any better. Then Sunday afternoon, the Ohio State Buckeyes snapped the Badgers back to reality, handing them a 2-0 loss and a gut-check.
This Saturday the Badgers will be in Ann Arbor, Mich. to play No. 6 Michigan, who defeated No. 2 Notre Dame this past weekend. If their 47-21 win over the Irish is any indication, the Wolverines appear to have hit their stride, just in time to avenge last year's loss to the Badgers.
The Badgers found themselves in an all too familiar situation Sunday afternoon at the McClimon Soccer Complex. Leading the Michigan Wolverines 1-0 with only 28 seconds left in regulation, UW gave up a game tying goal that sent the Big Ten opener into overtime.
The Wisconsin football team is set for their third non-conference game and final tune up before the Big Ten season begins.
Last Friday night as legions of cops patrolled Mifflin Street, one cop strolled onto the stage of The Playhouse at the Overture Center, 201 State St., and turned on a phonograph. The cop was not a member of the Madison Police Department, but New York City's, and was standing in the attic of a Manhattan brownstone cluttered with furniture and assorted knick-knacks in 1963. This was the opening of the Madison Repertory Theatre's season-ending production of Arthur Miller's The Price,\ a production that lived up to the company's usual high standards under the direction of Richard Corley.
I was falling faster than ever before. It was as if I was drifting asleep rapidly, yet I wasn't sleeping at all. I was lying back in the biggest leather chair I had ever seen, as comfortable as ever. I was making my way toward my own dreams while a woman on the other end of the room narrated my thoughts. She constantly snapped and clapped her hands while guiding my mind to think only positive thoughts about being behind the wheel.
Crack. Snap. Yawn. Bite. Belch. Snort. Grind. In a context where exams, papers and the rigors of having a productive social life grate on students' nerves, certain crutches can be invoked to deal with the stress. But just how dangerous are these little quirks? And what happens when these tendencies stop being causal and become habitual?
Solutions by The State News
