Three angry men
By Fritz Metzinger | January 20, 2014Scene opens in an austere, windowless white room, a small round table situated in the center. The JUDGE’s voice booms off-stage. JUDGE: Jurors, I now come to your final instructions.
Scene opens in an austere, windowless white room, a small round table situated in the center. The JUDGE’s voice booms off-stage. JUDGE: Jurors, I now come to your final instructions.
1. This place is different. For a sports cathedral, you realize, it hardly makes a show of itself. It takes a few seconds to register that the unassuming brown brick building you gaze upon is indeed Cameron Indoor Stadium, mausoleum for the hopes of countless vanquished foes.
To say Virginia failed to “throw it in the ocean” in a deflating 48-38 home defeat to No. 8 Wisconsin Wednesday night might represent a gross understatement.
There’s no doubt that the Virginia women’s soccer team has been on fire in 2013. The Cavaliers steamrolled their first 20 opponents by a combined margin of 65-10, the largest goal differential in the country.
Another week, another loss. Another football season all but gone down the drain, and the fans are screaming for the coach’s head. This sounds familiar. Before Mike London’s arrival in Charlottesville, Virginia fans were equally outraged with then-head coach Al Groh.
**Last March, Virginia got thumped by a disappointment. N.C. State had entered the 2012-13 campaign as the first consensus ACC favorite not hailing from Tobacco Road since roughly the Paleolithic Age.
Virginia fans, do you know what the Charlie Brown walk is? If you answered no, you’re probably more familiar with it than you think.
Fourth year at the University of Virginia is a time of great reflection for many students, myself included.
When Drew Storen lumbered off the mound during the Washington Nationals’ Game 5 loss in last season’s NLDS against the St.
Three years ago I walked into Scott Stadium and received a giant orange t-shirt. The front read “A New Era of Virginia Football,” an optimistic salute to newly anointed coach Mike London.
The football program has a number of problems to address; the other sports just more victories to collect. So, in the vein of rash, crazy solutions to complicated problems, why not put the non-football athletes on the football team? Presenting: The first ever University of Virginia Non-football Football Dream Team!
Sunday marked the first official day of fall: the season of leaf piles, pumpkin spice and — of course — football. Many people probably spent the day the same way, with a little bit of time spent on work and a lot more time spent on football. Add a flannel shirt and a pot of chili and there’s nothing better, right?
Another day, another NCAA scandal. There’s an ongoing trend today in the collegiate sports world of big name Universities coming under fire for breaking NCAA violations.
Following the Virginia football team’s blowout loss to Oregon, I was feeling burned out as a sports fan. The rest of my weekend—consisting of running into Virginia basketball players and watching Week 1 NFL action—has me feeling re-energized.
A crowd of 58,502 was on hand to witness the brutal 59-10 thrashing No. 2 Oregon doled out to Virginia Saturday afternoon, the largest crowd at Scott Stadium since a 38-0 blowout loss to Virginia Tech in the final game of the 2011 season. That fact was not lost on many of the Cavalier players.
U.Va. Student Body: Thank you for your support last Saturday at Scott Stadium! Your energy and enthusiasm were crucial to the team’s success in our victory over BYU. After a great start to the season, we need to keep our momentum going this weekend.
Our athlete columnists makes the case for loving—or at least not hating—Johnny Football.
Coaches across the country have expressed concern about the proliferation of fast-paced spread offenses. But will the faster pace really change everything about the game.
Another year at the University of Virginia has begun and we must once again awaken from the throes of summer to balance classes, clubs, social events and my personal favorite, sports.
Though apparently never scribbled on the cultural cave wall of Youtube, I swear the following commercial aired in the primitive times of the early 2000s. A keg-bellied, body-painted, hirsute parody of a fan at a college football game declares he’d forfeit his soul for a championship.