Matt Flegenheimer


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Tyler Bernardini has a cold

Less than 36 hours until perhaps the biggest weekend of Tyler Bernardini’s collegiate basketball life, something was amiss in Penn basketball land.






Redefining a spectator sport

Men's basketball player Jack Eggleston, known for cheering on his roommates from the women’s basketball and soccer teams, plans to attend a game for every 2009-10 varsity sport at Penn.


Remembering a Daly delight

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. Though perhaps best known for directing the Detroit Pistons "Bad Boys" teams to back-to-back NBA championships in 1989 and 1990 and earning Olympic gold with the "Dream Team" at the 1992 Barcelona games, Daly will forever be remembered in West Philadelphia for his successes on the Palestra's vaunted hardwood.


Marion Jones speaks in Huntsman about Title IX and her time in prison

In a sport where half a second can separate first from last, 10 years might feel like a long time. Maybe even a little longer for Marion Jones. Two grand-jury testimonies, five doomed-to-be-stripped Olympic medals and six months in jail longer. A full decade after anchoring the Nike International team to victory in the 4x200 meters at the 1999 Penn Relays, the former track star returned to West Philadelphia last night to headline the latest installment of the "Race and Sports" lecture series in Huntsman Hall Auditorium, a program co-sponsored by the Wharton Sports Business Initiative and the Center for Africana Studies.

Baseball | Looking to thrive in the '215'

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. Since last playing at Meiklejohn Stadium over two weeks back, the Quakers have dropped a doubleheader to Brown in the "401" of Providence, R.

Athletes show off their SAAC talent

What do you get when you blend a fake afro, a Celine Dion video, a cookie monster mask and a human banana? Besides a phenomenal theme party, of course. The answer: a third-place finish at the Student Athlete Advisory Committee's athlete talent show, revived for the first time since 2006 at the Zellerbach Theater this past Monday evening.

Flegenheimer | Time to give Lax some more love

So, you're a Penn sports fan. Tough sledding, eh? No football titles since 2003, the worst basketball season in nearly two decades, and if Glen Miller has to wish one more departing hoopster "well on his future endeavors," you might just burst out of your Red and Blue Crew T-shirt like some sort of Incredible Ivy League Hulk.

Flegenheimer | An inch forward, three steps back

Ever seen that "game of inches" speech from Al Pacino in Any Given Sunday? Man, does that fire me up. It's pop culture Red Bull - like a '70s Springsteen track or watching the Celtics fail. "Look at the guy next to you," Pacino sermonizes to his fictitious Dallas Sharks football team before the big game.

M. Hoops | Rhymes and rims for Reilly

Justin Reilly? He's that scruffy mass of energy at the end of the bench, the one who comes in, swarms the ball for a few possessions in the paint, maybe picks up a couple fouls against the other team's bigs. He's an agitator - the guy at the gym who doesn't get picked until late but is sure to annoy the hell out of the poor guy he ends up guarding.

Flegenheimer | Brown-bagging it at the Palestra

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. But it wasn't until Saturday night at the Palestra that I encountered one in person: the paper bag head, complete with two holes for the eyes, a frowning face penciled in, and a gangly, anonymous body dangling underneath it all.

M. Hoops | Back on track

The sign was kind of clever, you had to admit. "Penningitis," it read, courtesy of the Princeton band. "Terminally Infectious Since 1740." But the Tigers' trumpet-wielders had it all wrong. There was no disease in the air at Jadwin Gym on this night - just some serious allergies to the bottom of the net.