I will argue until I’m blue in the face with Super Bowl supporters, World Series apologists and BCS nutjobs alike that March Madness is the best show we put on all year. But what people tend to forget is that the frequency of upsets is exactly what makes it so.
Four minutes remained in a lopsided game. After recording his second block of the game and prolonging a night that rendered Memphis an ant underneath a giant Virginia defensive magnifying glass, Mike Tobey gathered the ball at the top of the 3-point arc with oodles of time remaining on the shot clock and his defender hanging back in the lane.
On Monday, Virginia alumnus Ian Cohen wrote a story for Grantland entitled “In Praise of Virginia: The Mediocre, Miraculous No. 1 Seed.” With respect to Mr. Cohen, I disliked the article.
On Sunday, the Virginia Cavaliers and the hated Duke Blue Devils were locked in a battle for the ages, and I was reduced to a rabid, shaking wreck on the couch. And for what?
By some combination of luck, good timing, inspired athletic performances, and help from the UVA Shots system, I’ve managed to rush something — the court, the field — each of my four years here.
Spring is almost here. We are caught in limbo between down jackets and sweatshirts, heading to the gym or running outdoors, and of course, between winter and spring sports. But this is hardly a bad thing.
February 28, 2013. Virginia has just ousted No. 3 Duke, 73-68, but something other than the game’s outcome is grinding Blue Devils coach Mike Krzyzewski’s gears.
Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. The candy section at Kroger has taken a turn for the heart-shaped; the cheesy jewelry ads are out in full force, and the less festive of us just want to fast forward through the whole ordeal. But this year, that’s not an option. Valentine’s Day and the week leading up to it coincide with events much bigger than chocolate hearts.
Littlefinger. Perhaps unfairly, I consider the cunning manipulator from the “Game of Thrones” series a proxy to David Stern.
It’s Monday night. A handful of people are milling about the Main Street Arena lobby. Some head to the bar, while others congregate around the ice. Two men carefully prep the ice and line up equipment along the edges of the rink. Finally, once the ice is deemed ready, everyone wearing snow boots, boat shoes and sneakers steps onto the ice for the big event: curling.
For those of you who may have said, “Great play. Bad interview,” and then moved on from the whole Richard Sherman spectacle, I empathize.
Monday’s win for the Virginia men’s basketball team was utterly workmanlike. The Cavaliers’ opponent never truly troubled them in the second half, and looking up and down the score sheet, there was no clear star—just a coordinated, complete win.
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.
