No cure for mediocrity
By Joseph Salvador | Feb. 9, 2020Mediocrity has long plagued this basketball team and there does not seem to be a cure.
Mediocrity has long plagued this basketball team and there does not seem to be a cure.
The promises are empty, but the stadium is emptier.
For us on the outside, the transfer portal seems like this ubiquitous Sorting Hat out of Harry Potter. You throw your name in, and it spits out where you should go.
With February forcing its way into our lives this weekend, it brings with it one of the most momentous occasions in the sport of football. The XFL returns on Feb. 8.
It’s a strange feeling when someone who has already been immortalized dies.
Having an identity as a team in the game of basketball is everything.
NBA Twitter is capable of swaying the lasting perception of players’ legacies decades from now.
This week, I planted a live oak on the lawn of the Reitz Union near the Field and Fork Pantry. The planting ceremony was with Louise Fresco, the president of Wageningen University, in celebration of the collaboration between our universities and in honor of Wageningen’s centennial anniversary. Wageningen, based in the Netherlands, is the world’s No. 1-ranked university focusing on agriculture.
After the LSU Tigers defeated Clemson in the College Football Playoff National Championship game, video circulated of what appeared to be a tipsy Odell Beckham Jr. distributing fistfulls of cash to wide receivers Jontre Kirklin and Justin Jefferson, the latter having declared for the NFL draft earlier this week.
Returning from winter break, I am sure that many other students can sympathize with my struggle to avoid arguments over politics at family gatherings. My experiences have led me to this: Imagine if only people who voted were allowed to start arguments over the holiday dinner table?
On Friday, it was revealed Gen. Qassem Soleimani was killed in a drone strike ordered by President Trump. Because of this, the U.S. is lurching toward a dangerous situation in Iran.
I really hope someone in SG got a nice camera for Christmas, because it sure seems like they need one.
Watching the national championship game made me realize a few things.
Well, here we are, folks. The end of another college football season is upon us.
February 3, 2002, is a day that lives in NFL history.
This may come as a surprise to some, but I’m not the sentimental type.
Sheesh, this was a little abrupt.
I still have Ian Cohen’s Alligator Goodbye Column bookmarked on my laptop.
It was January of 2017 in my freshman year at UF when I got the call.
I have dreaded this exact moment: My acrylic nails tapping against my phone at 3:41 a.m. as I type into the notes app.