Marcel E. Moran
For now, our Harvard experience is coming to a close, but rather than lamenting our entry into the “real world,” let us hold as tightly as we can to the reality we have created here, and replicate it far outside these gates.
Housing Day morning can be either an extremely joyous or disheartening event, but in the hours that follow, a strange pattern unfolds. By the end of the day, or at least when freshmen return from spring break, the housing lottery’s random computer has succeeded, and most students are generally satisfied with their placement.
“We are going to the bottom of this,” said President Obama, just hours after the tragedy in Arizona this January. ...
There is nothing wrong with it being unclear at the end of the season which team in the country is really the best; healthy, balanced competition and school spirit should remain the winning combination.
Of course, Stuff White People Like is merely a website and two books, but perhaps the most troubling thing about it is the relatively benign status it maintains.
Performance-enhancing drug usage among top players irks us because a doping player skews both present competition and the history of that game.
As a quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons in 2004, Michael Vick led his team to the National Football Conference championship game.
The media have picked up on and exploited the fact that “mosque” draws our eyes more than anything else.
The aftermath of LeBron James’s choice certainly brought to attention our understanding of loyalty and competition.
Honesty allows us to present our actual selves to the world, and without it we cease to have an actual identity.
Although using more exclamation points may not drastically affect us, it does provide an example of the growing body of ways in which we misrepresent our feelings through writing.
The physicality of football is what defines it and makes it thrilling, but players must gauge and consider the repercussions of a lifetime of hits.
Let’s hope the freshmen this weekend who don’t lift the trophy get three more chances at winning it all.
In the age where the specific virtues in our morals are increasingly harder to pinpoint, in our sports there exist infinite bests by infinite definitions.
While the popularity of the UFC may someday wane like any other secondary spectator sport in our culture, during its current moment of glory, it will send an unsettling message and provide an unsavory example of violence as substance.