Sports
By Jeremy Root
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March 20, 2007
I don't know where you were Thursday night, but at my rambunctious house of 16 testosterone-filled men, you would have thought the Cavaliers were playing their opening round game Thursday evening instead of Friday midday.
The loud claps and screaming at the television -- I have yet to accept that the players can't hear us -- were not for the Virginia Cavaliers but for the Virginia Commonwealth Rams.
My intuition tells me it was not so much an expression of love for our fellow Commonwealth brethren, but rather our hope that the No.