SMU LAX

Yes folks, its that time of year again. Its spring time and that only means two things- allergies and lacrosse. Unfortunately, here at SMU, half of the school doesn't even know we have a lacrosse team. Granted, its not a Division I sport and we are in the state of Texas where lacrosse takes a back seat to rodeos. However, I think that the school could do a better job of publicizing the team. Its very ironic that all of our practices are held in the sweet football stadium, yet most of our games are played on the intramural field. Furthermore, on the field there aren't even any bleachers, which is a shame because lacrosse shouldn't have to be watched at field level. For those of you who do know that the lax squad exists either from reading this blog or before reading this blog, come out to a game!

Take this hint: If you come out to a game, stand on the third floor of the Moody Garage and watch out of the window! You'll have the best seat in the house! Check out the SMU Lacrosse Schedule and come out to support the 'stangs!

Not Quite a Miracle

Former NHL star Jeremy Roenick called Sunday Night's game between the USA and Canada, "the most important game in hockey history", and I couldn't agree more. Two bordering nations parked themselves in front of their televisions to watch the final event of the action-packed 2010 Winter Olympics. The Canadian team came into this years games as a huge favorite, and for good reason with players such as Sidney Crosby, Jerome Iginla, Patrick Marlauea, Joe Thorton, Jonoatan Toews, Rick Nash, Eric Staal, Dany Heatley, Ryan Getzlaf, Chris Pronger, Scott Niedermayer, Roberto Luongo and Matin Brodoer... just to name a few. The underdog American squad, with players such as Patrick Kane, David Backes and surprising star goalie Ryan Miller had a group of skilled young guys who were hungry to take home gold. The Americans looked promising in the preliminary rounds beating everyone they played, including Canada. They breezed through the playoff games until the final, which happened to be a rematch against Canada.

Though the outcome was disappointing, the game itself was fantastic. From the first face off, even someone who doesn't follow hockey could tell these guys were in for a battle. The final was hard-fought, clean, and super exciting all the way until the very end, an end that became an instant classic. Down 2-1, the USA's Zach Parise scored off a rebound with just 24 seconds left to send the game into overtime. The Americans took all the momentum into the locker room, but came out of the intermission a little flat and it cost them. A few minutes in, Crosby took a pass from Iginla and put it past Miller to secure the gold for Canada.

Of course we all wanted to pull the upset of the powerhouse Canadian team at their own sport, but the effort and success of the young Americans should be very much appreciated. We must remember that Canada was the heavy favorite, considering their team is unfairly good and all these games have taken place on their home turf.

No matter the outcome, this game was a great step for the sport of hockey in America. Unlike the Stanley Cup (hockey's equivalent to football's Super Bowl), the Gold Medal game only comes every four years rather than every year, and its not guaranteed that the USA will be in it. Even more important than that, this game was the one time hockey, non-hockey fans, and everyone else in the country came together and pulled for one team. Rather than rooting for the Sharks or Ducks or Blackhawks or Red Wings, everyone was pulling for the USA. Sunday's instant classic was a great day in hockey history for Canada, and yet still a step forward for hockey in America.

In Don Tapscott’s Grown Up Digital, the generation of current teenagers, also known as the “Net Generation”, draws concern from adults about their lifestyle and possible future. One popular concern for the Net Generation is that we are “violent”. “Just look at the two youths who commited mass murder in 1999”, Tapscott writes. Though true that the tragedy at Coumbine High School can be linked back to the two boys “incredibly deep involvement” in violent video games, it’s unfair to include our whole generation in such an instance. These boys involvement in this game was extreme, unlike the vast majority of those who play these types of games.

Hella Tragic

Northern California; home of the Golden Gate Bridge, half of Lake Tahoe, cows, and the words "hecka" and "hella". Growing up in beautiful Sacramento, CA, the word "hecka" has been a part of my vocabulary since I left the womb. "Hecka", equivalent to “hella”, either meaning "very" or "a lot of", was a common word used by all of my friends since as long as I can remember. I eventually graduated to "hella" when I hit junior high where we could say the word without getting in trouble.

Life was good until moving to Chicago after freshman year, where I could no longer use my true diction. I quickly came to find that these simple-minded midwesterners had never been exposed to as extensive of a vocabulary as those of us in the Northern California. Now, every time is said “hecka” or “hella”, I would usually receive a puzzled look like there was something on my face. Chicago wasn’t ready for my foreign terms, so I was ultimately forced to cut down on the “heckas” and “hellas”. I adapted to life without these crucial words of my childhood and life was once again good… until I came to SMU.

Unfortunately, my roommate happened to be from Southern California. Unlike my friends in Illinois, my roommate was familiar with “hecka” and “hella”, however not only does he not use them, but there are few things he hates more than those two words. Instead of a puzzled look, I now just receive straight anger and hatred. Hella rough huh?

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