Baseball suffers rough start to conference play
(03/23/99 5:00am)
The baseball team might want to end March like a lion, because it entered its first week of ACC play like a lamb to the slaughter.
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The baseball team might want to end March like a lion, because it entered its first week of ACC play like a lamb to the slaughter.
The baseball team has the look of a battered heavyweight fighter about to head out for round 12. But its ACC season is only about to begin.
While the majority of the student body sat in front of their televisions anxiously awaiting the start of the second half of the ACC title game, Duke pitcher Stephen Cowie was on the verge of making some history of his own.
Winning in baseball basically boils down to doing two things: you have to pitch well, and you have to hit the ball.
You'd have to figure that a team with 20 straight wins and a perfect conference mark has to be on the verge of setting a record or two.
The campus music event of the year will be coming to Page Auditorium next Wednesday for your listening and viewing pleasure. No, wait a minute, that happened last Wednesday. Never mind.
When the Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds show rolled into Page Auditorium last night, Duke students weren't the only ones enjoying the acoustic experience.
At the end of the second inning the majority of fans at yesterday's Duke-Elon game were discussing the application of the 10-run mercy rule in college baseball.
As it enters today's Duke Invitational, the final event of the regular season, the fencing team, like Zorro, is very confident that the pointy end will go into the other man or woman.
Who in the hell is Tim Reynolds? If you're like most people, other than his immediate family, then you have no idea. But you've heard rumors-lots of them.
Entering last night's game, no one would have been surprised to hear the Duke women's basketball team would force seven turnovers during a four-minute stretch, extending its lead over Maryland from nine to 20 points.
You can't dance, I know. When you go out to the clubs on the weekends, you're more comfortable hanging out at the bar and catchin' up with friends. And if you do happen to get up the nerve to go out and shake your rump, you fall flat on your face and everyone laughs at your funky butt.
If you were multi-platinum recording artist Beck, what would you do? You wouldn't skip class and sit around watching Saved by the Bell reruns. You probably wouldn't camp out for a month just to get into a damn basketball game. And you sure as hell wouldn't ask your parents for money.
I'll be completely honest-I had absolutely no idea of what to expect from a Vanilla Ice concert. As it turned out, no one else did either. Yes, the "Hard to Swallow" tour-featuring the Iceman's new brand of bass-heavy rock and angry rap-made its way to the Cat's Cradle last Saturday night, and it seemed like most of the audience was there for one of two reasons-to either laugh and make fun of Vanilla Ice or because of peer pressure.
Imagine, if you will, a land where musicians of all different varieties of instruments and sounds lived together in perfect harmony. In this land there is a full symphony orchestra, beauteous, sultry vocals, keyboards, moogs and guitars (electric and acoustic, of course). Now, top it all off with a pair of decks (that is, turntables for the flava-impaired), and what have you got?
The first few pages of the booklet found inside of Spirit, the new release from singer/poet Jewel, reads like a Bartlett's Book of Quotations. The marquee citation comes from Plotinus, who anachronistically seems to have summed up Jewel's intentions with this album: "We are not separate from spirit, we are in it."
I want to apologize to everyone at the University who was offended by our flyers for "Caucasian-American Night." As a campus minster for Cambridge Christian Fellowship, I know that I represent Cambridge in this.
How big is this thing called UNKLE?
What do a female poet who wants to be raped, an out-of-shape, overweight computer geek with a prank phone call/masturbation fetish and a father who drugs and sodomizes his son's friends all have in common?
Opening joke: Skid Row, the metal hair band that first hit the airwaves in1989 with the hit "Youth Gone Wild," has just cut a greatest hits album. That's right, 'hits'-plural.