Football Remains Undefeated With Last-Second Win

BETHLEHEM, Penn. — “See you in the end zone,” was all wide receiver Jesse Baker ’09 had to say to his quarterback as they were breaking up the huddle.
About 10 seconds later, that’s exactly where the two met, celebrating Cornell’s 25-24 victory over Lehigh that had seemed almost impossible merely seconds earlier.
“It really was a dog fight,” said head coach Jim Knowles ‘87, trying to sum up the back-and-forth, rollercoaster feel of the entire afternoon. Seven lead changes, four fourth-quarter touchdowns and a leaping catch by Baker in the front corner of the end zone that won the game with three zeroes on the clock — nothing short of a classic.

Men’s Basketball Repeats As Ivy League Champions

“Announce the Princeton score,” fans yelled excitedly.
“Donahue doesn’t want it announced,” came the reply from press row.
But with less than two minutes left, men’s basketball head coach Steve Donahue’s wife decided it was time for him and his team to know what everyone else already did — the Red was mere minutes away from its second straight Ivy title.
“I guess everyone else knew [that Princeton was losing],” Donahue said, laughing. “My wife yelled something at me, and I find out I’m the only guy that didn’t know. I was thinking since I didn’t hear anything, that Princeton had won.”

Football Team Continues a Midweek Tradition

Wacky Wednesday sounds more like a first grade teaching technique than a weekly ritual for the Cornell football team. It evokes images of coloring outside the lines, opposite day and goofy hats — not sweating, bleeding college football players hitting each other.
But there was certainly nothing goofier and more colorful than head coach Jim Knowles ’87 on Wednesday, Oct. 22.
To rumbling laughter, Knowles came jogging out of the locker room stooped over, head bent down, carrying one of defensive line coach Pete DeStefano’s trademarks — a pole with a fake football attached to the end, used in a myriad of defensive drills. Wacky Wed­nesday was in full force for the Red. Knowles even had a thick unibrow and mustache painted on his face.

Wroblewski Excels in Back Court for Cagers

Maybe they wanted to see what the new guy could do. Maybe he just happened to be standing at the front of the line. Whatever the reason, men’s basketball freshman Chris Wroblewski was the first player out in the first drill of the first basketball season of his collegiate career.
“My very first practice. My first official practice,” Wroblewski laughed at the thought.
It was a full court drill that started out as a one-on-one breakaway, then proceeded into a two-on-one breakaway, a three-on-two breakaway, etc.
“That was the first drill we did in the first practice,” he said.
And Chris was the first out, dribbling down as the offensive player. Lanky rising senior Andre Wilkins waited at the other end with five extra inches and 20 extra pounds.

The Former Tsar of the Sports Section Bids ‘Farewell’ …

This column has been hard to write.

I have been looking forward to having a goodbye column since before I even had a column. My friends are probably tired of hearing about my parting 5,000-word magnum opus that I’ve had in the works since freshman year.

But that’s just how I think.

I began looking forward to my high school reunion before I even graduated. My last year at summer camp, I based my actions on whether I thought they would create a lasting memory. In the words of John Dorian, I’m a “sensi.” I’m an emoter, if you will.

But that’s all been hard for me recently. I’m having trouble not being bitter.

Cornell Academic Calendar Fail

Athletically speaking, Cornell may have one of the most unfortunate academic calendars.
Like many young sports fans, I grew up mesmerized by the college basketball tournament every March. I got so excited, so wrapped up in the story lines of the various schools I might not have even heard of before. I literally spent time just sitting in my living room, or lying on my bed, imagining what it would be like to be a student at any one of these Cinderella schools — wondering what it would be like to be surrounded by such energy and enthusiasm.

Men's B-Ball Repeats as Ivy Champions

“Announce the Princeton score,” fans yelled excitedly.
“Donahue doesn’t want it announced,” came the reply from press row.
But with less than two minutes left, men’s basketball head coach Steve Donahue’s wife decided it was time for him and his team to know what everyone else already did — the Red was mere minutes away from its second straight Ivy title.[img_assist|nid=35926|title=Victory!|desc=The men’s basketball team celebrates its second-straight Ivy League Championship by cutting the net.|link=node|align=left|width=|height=0]

Forever a Cubs Fan: The Man, Ron Santo

This is Part II of a two-part column. Part I appeared yesterday.  

There were three scoreboards floating separately out in center field — one, two, three.
Ron Santo quickly looked out to the mound.
“Bill Singer was the pitcher for the Dodgers and there were three of him — one, two, three,” said Santo, former third baseman and current radio broadcaster for the Chicago Cubs.
“And I go, ‘Oh my gosh, I’m having a reaction.’”

A Gruff, Baritone, Dying Cat: Ron Santo

This is Part I of a two-part column. Part II will run tomorrow.
My mind is generally so preoccupied with thoughts about what others think of me that I doubt I could ever find time for the requisite male thought about sex every seven seconds, or two minutes, or whatever it is. I even recently got called a narcissist when I was got caught looking at my reflection in a store window. I honestly do that, though, because I am so concerned that people are about to laugh at me for something.
I guess the bullet point presentation of this opening is that I just want to be liked.
Being a journalist is not the way to go about doing this, unfortunately. I should clarify.