There's something about Penn-Temple basketball. No matter how good or bad the teams are, you can always count on it being just about the best non-conference game featuring the Quakers all year.

Tuesday night was a success for Penn basketball. I say that, as one might imagine, for reasons that have nothing to do with what happened on the court.

As my football life has progressed and my knowledge of football has grown, Brett Favre’s story has been one I’ve come to identify with.

Back in my freshman year (which indeed calls for the past tense, I swear), Penn basketball hosted Villanova at the Palestra.

In with a win, out with a win. Penn football’s senior finished things off the way they came in, winning their final game against Cornell the same way they took down Lafayette to open the 2013 season.

Two years ago, no one saw this coming. When Penn football staggered to a 2-8 finish in Al Bagnoli’s final season, there were few reasons for optimism.

The last game of the Penn men’s soccer season was supposed to take place on Nov. 12 against Harvard.

This has been a tough week for everyone. Laden with disappointment, grief, and shock, I am in just as much disbelief as all of the other folks out there today.

In the movie business, sequels rarely hold up to the original. It’s tough enough to make one good movie, and even more difficult to make another one with the same cast of characters. After entering the 2015 season ranked sixth in the Ivy League preseason media poll and dropping three of its first four games, Penn football won six straight to share the Ancient Eight title with Harvard and Dartmouth.

DURHAM, N.C. — Throwing them right into the fire. It’s an interesting strategy. It’s also been a hallmark of Penn women’s basketball coach Mike McLaughlin’s tenure.

Tonight, the most important — and divisive — election of our lives is finally coming to close. Politics has dominated conversation and the news for months, and yet, sports have never been a more important part of my life.

Penn football’s loss to Princeton on Saturday was, for lack of a better, less-ironic word, sobering.

Wednesday was the one of the worst days of my life. I got up early, made the six-hour drive from Philly to Cleveland, took the train downtown with some friends and went to a baseball game. A lifelong Indians fan, the chance to go to game seven of a World Series was absolutely surreal.

I didn’t think there were many more ways Penn could work to stifle any hope of creating a sports culture at this University.

I set out to write this column about nutrition. As you’ll soon read, that’s not what happened. The idea came to me last Monday after morning practice when coach Mike Schnur gathered the men’s and women’s swim teams for a meeting.

I have never won anything in my entire life. Let’s back up a second. First, some background: This loser is a back up quarterback for Penn sprint football.

It's easy to feel like Penn football is an obvious favorite to beat Princeton this Saturday and (eventually) win another Ivy League title. It's hard to argue with ten straight Ivy wins (which I'm about to do).