I had a couple of other column ideas for this week, but I came across a column in Friday’s Yale Daily News by a Yale senior named Elizabeth Moore (entitled “You made a big mistake, America”), which, in the context of the mostly feel-good nature of American politics last week, was too astonishing to ignore. It’s not that she doesn’t have the right to say and believe what she wants; she certainly does. It’s just that if what she says is completely ridiculous, we all (Democrats and Republicans) have the right to point and laugh at it.

WVBR’s original story on the suicide was woefully researched and shoddily reported. In an effort to get information out to the public extremely fast, they made a dangerous and irresponsible decision.

Ow! What the hell? Ow! Seriously — what’s going on here? Ow! Jeez! Are you pulling out my seats? Ripping out my home run wall too? And my bathrooms? You’re gutting my bathrooms? Really? So soon? The last game was a week ago YESTERDAY! The end of the season hasn’t even sunk in yet, and you’re pulling me apart? Just like that? Ripping me limb from limb? Sigh. Alas, such is life for the “other” stadium in New York, I suppose.

As I walked up to Bartels Hall this week to grab a hockey ticket line number for the last time, I thought back on all of the hockey line procedure changes over the last seven years. Here’s a bit of my retrospective.