Ah, Opening Day. It’s the first day of baseball, and all of our favorite teams are getting back out on the diamond to start their grueling 162-game chase for the World Series.
The semester is coming to a close. Well, at least that’s what almost everyone except me says. Personally, I see five more weeks as being anything but “coming to a close,” but I guess I’m in the minority here, along with the female college students who don’t consider fat-free cottage cheese as an acceptable substitute for an entire dinner. So to convince myself that this semester from Hell is almost over as well as to come to the aid of the fact that I ran out of writing topics somewhere around Wal-Mart bashing, I’d like to make formal shout-outs to everything and everyone that has kept me insane for the entire semester.
As we prepared for this week’s column, we asked ourselves some questions. With only a few weeks left, what beers or kinds of beer have we neglected? Would every potential beer drinker want to read our columns, or have we descended into hop-head madness? Are we doing justice to the diversity of beer available in this state?
It’s the last full week of March. We’re excited about the NCAA tournament, the MLB season less than a week away and going outdoors without parkas, and what do we get? More snow and cold.
A heavy fact to weigh is understanding that our life began through our parents. The way we began learning, the advice we sought out in childhood all dated back to the years with mom and dad.
This weekend, I spent a good amount of time playing the new Tomb Raider. The times I wasn’t playing? I was pretending to be Lara Croft. But that is beside the point.
As hard as it might be to imagine as a resident of the United States, political instability is still commonplace on our planet. And by political instability, I don’t mean figures like Michele Bachmann claiming that Obama’s Affordable Care Act “literally kills” innocents; I mean coups.
If we asked our parents or grandparents what the NFL was like when they were in their teens, we would quickly find that the game has evolved quite a bit. But, that is not necessarily a good thing.
Arizona: The land of beautiful topography, rich Native American history, presidential also-rans and ridiculous forms of minority oppression.
Boy howdy, what an exciting weekend this was! As per The Post’s longstanding tradition of addressing only the most important campus events, I’ve been asked by my editors to describe the events of High Fest for our loyal readers. There is, of course, one problem with that plan, namely the fact that I didn’t actually attend High Fest and am still not entirely sure what a “fest” is.
My Chemical Romance broke up during the weekend. For my generation, the generation that was in middle school during the band’s peak, this is (sort of) a tragedy. At least for the kids who did not have inch-thick blonde streaks, Aéropostale T-shirts or friends.
I was bullied in school. From girls calling me fat to guys playing with my emotions and to an emotionally abusive friendship.
The Steubenville rape case has drawn national attention for the many issues it has forced us to (uncomfortably) explore, including the cultural idolization of football, social-media public perception, and the acceptability of egregious teenage behavior and gender roles, among others.
I’ve heard the phrase “bracket buster” for years, but it’s always flown over my head, along with terms of equally small importance to me: Carnivore. Pumpkin. Beer. Sense of direction. Tournaments. Who cares? I don’t have any interest in that stuff.
When it comes to equipment, the beginning angler might be quickly overwhelmed in his or her efforts to purchase a new rod and reel.
For more than a decade, Stone Brewing Company has been giving the world an annual gift. On Feb. 2, 2002, they released the first beer in a series — Vertical Epic 2. Every year since, they’ve released a new Epic, but exactly one year, one month, and one day later. The Vertical Epic is now number 11, and unfortunately that’s the end of the series. To commemorate, we’ll be reviewing the Vertical Epic 12, released Dec. 12, 2012. The craft-beer industry is built on the bedrock of novelties and puns, so the Vertical Epic 12 is sure to be a beer of epic proportions. It’s a beer so good it can give you vertigo. Or at least that’s what we’ve heard.
With all the sexualization in modern games we focus on, we sometimes forget to look back on some of the most notable classic video game women.
I’ve been in a bit of a rut lately, feeling under the weather, constantly stress-eating and consistently Googling such search terms as “are hummus and Wheat Thins bad for you?” while shoveling them in my mouth at an alarming rate and contemplating the fact that I’ve never stepped foot in Ping in my two years on this campus (I’m not kidding).
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