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(01/09/09 12:00am)
There is going to be a mammoth, Thor-sized hole at Rice Stadium next year. Sophomore James Casey, fresh off leading Rice to its first bowl victory since 1954, announced Monday that he will declare for the 2009 NFL Draft. "After talking long and hard with my wife, with my family, and looking at all the factors, I've decided to enter the draft this year," Casey, who sent in the preliminary draft papers on Dec. 2, said. "I've enjoyed every minute I've had here at Rice. I'll be a Rice Owl 'til the day I die."
(12/05/08 12:00am)
Click the picture to enjoy this week's publication of Casey Michel's commentary.
(11/21/08 12:00am)
Eight years ago, I dribbled a worn basketball in my cracked driveway. "Beat L.A.!" yelled a blue-shirted dude passing on his bike.
(11/14/08 12:00am)
All hyperbole aside, we are living in historic times. Last week was one that will fill memory banks and scribbled diaries forever more-an era to be shared fondly with your children and maybe even yelled about to your grandkids. And unless you were standing in line to try some new BioBeer, you were lucky enough to be there in person.
(11/07/08 12:00am)
When I first met Rob Meister during Orientation Week 2006, he was a human impossibility.Here stood a living, breathing oxymoron, proof that you really do meet the strangest people in college.
(10/31/08 12:00am)
Is it any wonder that Australian Rules Football shares nearly all distinct traits with a kangaroo? I'm not talking about gnawing on grass or disemboweling opponents - although I suppose that would up the ante. No, I'm talking about the basics: the kicking, the punching, the bouncing; you know, all the stuff people love about kangaroos.
(10/31/08 12:00am)
Let's take a peek at how 30 squads will compare to one another. And for all you cinephiles out there, try to spot the movie reference accompanying each team (which will be about as difficult as making Manu Ginobili flop)!
(10/24/08 12:00am)
Before I came to Australia, I'd never wanted to chug vegemite, punt a joey or wrestle with a pool of hammerheads. Then again, before I came to Australia I'd never watched a cricket match either.
(10/10/08 12:00am)
They are the stuff borne of nightmares. They are more terrifying than Donald Trump's hair, Mike Tyson's mind and season three of "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
(09/19/08 12:00am)
[And now, for your reading pleasure, a scene from Lance Armstrong's recent therapy session in which the chatty, highly-critical shrink dissects Lance's recent decision to rejoin the Tour de France.]Tell me, Lance - who do you think you are? Michael Jordan?
(09/05/08 12:00am)
As I traipsed among Sydney's Royal Botanical Gardens the other day, flanked by Gray-Headed Flying Foxes and the serene Circular Quay, I decided to treat myself with a dollop of hazelnut gelato. And after I had returned to the confines of my dorm, crashing wearily into bed and flipping open my laptop to the awaiting ESPN.com, I checked out the latest musings of sports columnist Scoop Jackson.
(08/29/08 12:00am)
With the closing ceremonies last weekend, the Beijing Olympics have officially come to a close. These Games featured their share of exhilarating victories, devastating defeats and questionable antics, just like the Olympiads of yore. So, barring any unforeseen Russian invasions of Georgian locker rooms, let's see what we've learned: The producers of Entourage had it backward: Michael Phelps, not Adrian Grenier, should have auditioned for the role of Aquaman. And just imagine how many more medals he would have won if he'd grown a Mark Spitz mustache?
(05/16/08 12:00am)
When I first got to Texas, images of 10-gallon hats, five-pound belt buckles and 24/7 barbecuing were floating through my head. The theme song to that mental slideshow was "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone," sung by '90s-crooner Paula Cole, if only because I was in a soft-rock mood, and it had "cowboys" in the title.Of course, much has changed since then - I now know barbecues come and go as the rain pleases, and those belt buckles only really exist in the realm of Wild West dance clubs. Cole's song still comes on every once in a while, between Paul Simon and Pearl Jam, but after a couple semesters of meet-and-greet, the lyrics in my mind now say, "Where have all the Texas Rangers fans gone?"
(05/16/08 12:00am)
Most teams will savor it, every moment of it. The instant where a foot plants on home plate, where the batter whiffs at the final strike, when the outfielder cradles that fly ball like a newborn kitten. Whatever the circumstance of that series-clinching out or final run, winning a championship of any sort results in a mass gathering of jubilance and crushing bodies.
(05/16/08 12:00am)
Well, that was quick."Owlmaha" was here, but if you took a break to fret over Willie Randolph or throw out your salmonella-laced tomatoes, you returned to find Rice's College World Series presence replaced by a sickening vacuum. In our seventh CWS appearance since 1997, the Owls choked their way to the program's fourth two-and-out in seven tries, but only its first since Notre Dame bounced the Owls with a 5-3 two-run walk-off bomb in 2002.
(05/16/08 12:00am)
This was not supposed to happen. Not again. This was supposed to be the year that the men's tennis team finally got over the hump known as the University of Tulsa. After succumbing to superior Golden Hurricane squads in the Conference USA Championship match each of the last two seasons, No. 24 Rice traveled to the campus of Southern Methodist University in Dallas, Texas, on April 20 to battle once more the team that has become its chief tournament rival.While Rice's past two squads always seemed to be lacking a certain key component, the 2008 version brought all the necessary pieces to the table: A dominant No. 1 in 14th-ranked Bruno Rosa, a talented doubles tandem in No. 22 senior Ralph Knupfer and junior Christoph Muller, and, as evidenced by a 11-7 record against ranked opponents, a knack for coming through in the matches that mattered most.
(04/11/08 12:00am)
When the 2008-'09 men's basketball season opens, the completed renovations to Autry Court will not be the only new sight for fans. On Sunday, Ben Braun was announced as the new head basketball coach at Rice, replacing 16-year coach Willis Wilson (Will Rice '82), who was released March 14.Athletic Director Chris Del Conte said Braun brightens the program's future prospects.
(04/11/08 12:00am)
At Rice, it is not difficult to see what reigns as king between the hedges: baseball. With just a glimpse of the Reckling Park scoreboard,piercing the night's humidity with its smoky blue "R's," anyone can see the varsity baseball team's ownership of the campus. Not many college teams can boast a slogan sans proper grammar - "Rice Baseball, 'Nuff Said" - and get away with it, nor can many hoist a National Championship banner to the same level as the Texas State Flag.It is kind of an exclusive club, to say the least.
(04/11/08 12:00am)
Just when it seemed that the wheels had fallen off of the men's tennis team's season, the repairman showed up in the guise of Texas A&M University. On a tense senior night at Jake Hess Tennis Stadium last Wednesday, No. 24 Rice defeated the 21st-ranked Aggies 4-3 to patch their wounds from back-to-back losses against Conference USA foes.While the losses to No. 9 University of Tulsa and No. 60 Southern Methodist University may have squashed Rice's hopes at hosting an NCAA Regional, the Owls, currently 13-7 on the year, will get a chance to redeem themselves in the upcoming C-USA Tournament. Rice will enter the tournament, scheduled for April 18-20 in Dallas, as the No. 2 seed for the second consecutive year.
(03/28/08 12:00am)
As someone more famous than me once said, "Life has its poetry." It's a good phrase, but, being the entitled English major that I am, I'm going to fix it up a bit: "Life has its irony." Granted, I completely changed the meaning of the original phrase, but "irony" happens to be the word that captures the essence of a situation I encountered last Saturday - at least better than any Yeats ode or Eminem ballad ever could.With a brilliant afternoon beaming through my windows, March Madness was busy lighting up the faces of me and my friends. Couch sagging, eyes focused and Duke-hate-mongering all around, the holidays of hoops had arrived.
