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PASADENA, Calif.—Since Montee Ball announced he would return for his senior season 360 days ago, almost nothing has been predictable for the University of Wisconsin football program.
As we settle into the warm, fleece-lined crevices of our winter coats and guard against the frigid, winds of a Wisconsin winter, its hard not to have one’s mind directed toward certain seasonal traditions and celebrations.
STATE COLLEGE, Pa.—For the third time in just four games, the Wisconsin Badgers (4-4 Big Ten, 7-5 overall) suffered a heartbreaker in overtime, this time at the hands of the Penn State Nittany Lions on senior day (6-2, 8-4) by a score of 24-21.
No matter how stuffed full of bird, booze, and spuds you are, there is always room for pie—always. You may regret your gluttony when you can’t fit into your skinny jeans the next day, but these pies are worth any residual guilt you may harbor the next few days. You only live once, am I right?
Tradition is at the heart and soul of college football and it is embodied across the country in the student sections of different schools. Watching raucous crowds at Notre Dame and LSU try to will their teams to victory last weekend (to varying degrees of success) is what Saturday football is all about. But sadly, here in Madison, this has taken a turn for the worse.
So, my 21st birthday is coming up and after 21 years and nine months of anticipation I will now be able to stay in hotel rooms all by myself! I guess the permission from the government to purchase and consume alcoholic beverages is somewhat convenient also.
Low-scoring football games are often referred to either as defensive slugfests or just plain ugly. Most of the time, the beauty—or lack thereof—is in the eye of the beholder.
In 2010, Wisconsin (3-1 Big Ten, 6-2 overall) lost to Michigan State (1-3, 4-4) 34-24 away from home in an otherwise regular road game. Last year however, the Badgers were forced to play in East Lansing again, thanks to the scheduling adjustments made after Nebraska was added to the conference.
There are plenty of beneficial aspects of being a freshman. The first year in college you meet a bunch of new people, partying takes on an entirely different meaning and maybe best of all, nobody is monitoring your every move anymore.
It’s officially midterms, the second busiest part of the semester. The extra hours of studying have been wearing me down so much, I’ve neglected one of my most sacred October traditions: I still haven’t figured out what I’m going to be for Halloween this year.
CORVALLIS, Ore.—No matter how you slice it, the Badgers’ (1-1 overall) offensive performance Saturday was one of the poorest in recent memory.
So I know I promised earlier this column would focus on campus life, but this little Shapiro spent her spring break down in Dixie. It was a week-long, whirlwind road trip filled with barbeque, gators and arguments about abortion rights at gas stations. I have nearly endless silly Southern tropes to discuss, but I will stick to the most important part of the trip. I am talking about the Duchess of Butter herself: Mrs. Paula Deen.
You hear it hundreds of times before you come to college: “Watch out for the ‘Freshman Fifteen.’” This sentence is always uttered by well-meaning, “been there, done that”-type personalities, people who like to imply that they know more than you because they graduated college before the turn of the century. What these people are referring to is the imminent and rapid onset of body fat due to increased consumption of beer, chasers and late night Juston sticks. The idea you could have pizza for nearly every meal of your freshman existence is just too much for some people to restrain themselves (myself included). As a result, this all too common affliction creates beer bellies on formerly fit football jocks and puts lovely love handles on ladies; handles that will not look cute in even the blackest of LBDs.I believe wholeheartedly the fear of the “Freshman Fifteen” is what keeps the SERF alive and well all year ‘round.
After exploring the dainty side of life—a meal on proper dinner etiquette—in my last column, this week is all about the wacky and wonderful world of testosterone. That’s right kids: I got juiced at the SERF. Veni, vidi, vici. Or, you know, something like that.
Turning 21 is EVERYTHING it’s cracked up to be.
On this day of romantic gestures that sweep you off your feet and carry you off to a world where Etta James' "At Last" is the theme song and pink cherry blossoms gently fall from the trees (those of you familiar with "Pleasantville" know what's up), you simply cannot go wrong with Italian cuisine. Now, not just any old run-of-the-mill Italian restaurant will do on Valentine's Day, particularly if you are hoping to get frisky later in the evening. Enter Francesca Al Lago's located at 111 Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd., right between the capitol and Lake Monona. The soft lighting, intimate table setting and portraits of Italian villas creates the perfect atmosphere for a romantic evening with that special someone. The menu, which changes biweekly, has special Valentine's Day courses, including (but not limited to) Ravioli Tartufati-a decadent cheese filled ravioli with garlic and parmesan cream sauce, fresh tomatoes, and a splash of white truffle oil-and Pizza con Proscuitto e Rucola complete with arugula, lemon, olive oil, roasted plum tomatoes, mozzarella and prosciutto. If those mouth-watering descriptions have not sufficiently convinced you to take your sweetheart there this evening, keep in mind both of these entrees are carefully crafted into heart shapes along with a number of their Valentine's Day desserts.
My entire life has been a rotating spectrum of social ineptitude. One day I may interact with other humans perfectly normally and the next may be a smorgasbord of awkward situations. This has resulted in my ineffectual attempts (or one could say avoidance) with the romance department, leaving me perpetually single on Valentine’s Day. In the spirit of a holiday based on correctly interacting with a potential partner, here is one of my finest moments…
Apple, over the past couple of weeks, has begun to unveil its strategy for getting into the textbook business. It hopes to electronically transform this industry, similar to the other sectors it has systematically revolutionized since the turn of the century. It is no secret that educators and academic institutions are looking for ways to invigorate the classroom experience and to capture the attention spans of today's students. Yet, despite the user-friendliness of the iPad, the competition of other products-Amazon's Kindle, Barnes and Nobles' Nook and other Android devices-and the technologically reliant young people of the 21st century, a problem looms: Technology can be more of a burden than an asset unless properly integrated into a curriculum.
I will admit that I am a tad off my rocker when it comes to the holiday season. I start jammin’ to Frank Sinatra’s Christmas Legends album way before I’ve indulged in four different pies, turkey, stuffing and an abundance of potatoes on turkey day ( ’round abouts Sept. 16 to be exact). Insane? Maybe. But for me, nothing can cheer me up like hearing Frank sing “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” as I huff and puff my way up Bascom.
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