Senior Goodbye: Matt Flegenheimer | Nine out of ten ain't bad
A former Penn basketball coach, who shall remain nameless — let’s just call him Len Schmiller — had a theory about this here newspaper.
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A former Penn basketball coach, who shall remain nameless — let’s just call him Len Schmiller — had a theory about this here newspaper.
An old friend of mine, having the foresight to attend a perennial men’s hoops superpower, spent his spring break covering the Big East tournament at Madison Square Garden.
Tyler Bernardini sits bug-eyed, chipping away at a muffin between hacking coughs, with a blanket covering him below the shoulders. He has seen this movie before, he fears. Mom is about to say something.
Three to five percent — that’s all Joel Fish is after.
It’s an old adage: Big 5 basketball and Nordic tennis have a lot in common.
Brushing past a collection of scantily-clad cocktail waitresses in a Las Vegas casino last month, my father and I stopped to stare down the cyber-wall of sports odds.
Big shots and big blunders, an on-court skirmish from the players and some off-court profanity from the student section — even an Oscar winner to go with all the usual grouches in the stands.
It’s the break of a new day at the Palestra — that’s what your eyes tell you, anyway. By a little after 7 a.m., sunlight beats in through the arena’s stained glass panes, the hardwood gleams with a fresh wax job from hallowed building custodian Dan Harrell, and a few players have already taken the court to get up some jumpers.
This is supposed to be Jack Eggleston’s scene: Friday night at the Palestra, with the crowd getting into it and the ball pounding on the hardwood.
I’ve come to expect three things at Penn sporting events: a halftime show from the band that’s equal parts amusing and confusing; the announcement of attendance figures that would make the Iranian election commission blush; and nothing but effusive praise from any opposing coach talking about the Quakers.
May 9 - Legendary college, professional and Olympic coach Chuck Daly, who steered Penn to four Ivy League and Big 5 titles in his six seasons at the helm, died Saturday after a bout with pancreatic cancer. He was 78.
May 9, 8:43 p.m.
In a sport where half a second can separate first from last, 10 years might feel like a long time.
Over the past couple weeks, the Penn baseball team has had, to borrow from the immortal axiom of last year's Spring Fling headliner, woes in different area codes.
What do you get when you blend a fake afro, a Celine Dion video, a cookie monster mask and a human banana?
So, you're a Penn sports fan.
Ever seen that "game of inches" speech from Al Pacino in Any Given Sunday?
Justin Reilly?
I'd heard about them before, sure - even seen a couple on TV courtesy of this year's Detroit Lions and the old New Orleans 'Ain'ts teams of the early '80s.
The sign was kind of clever, you had to admit.