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...momentarily forgetting that the athletes you write or cheer about do not know you as well as you know them. For example, last year in the Yard, I spotted an individual on one of the teams I consistently cover. Approaching him, who I could easily pick out in a crowd while rattling off his impressive rookie statistics, I smiled and gave a big wave. The response was a look of confusion, and as soon as I passed him, I realized my faux pas. This athlete and I had never actually met—I had never even interviewed him! Repeat...
...worship room into a shrine to the party gods. Merav D. Silverman ’10, who planned the event, explains that the purpose of the party was to show that, “Jews can have a great time, too!” And they certainly can. The crowd danced for hours and enjoyed the myriad of food and drink available. “We have beer, wine, a John Harvard bar mitzvah mazel tov cake, and much more. And it’s all kosher, of course!” said Silverman. Partygoers Brenda C. Cohen...
...dorm room. “I went out on the stoop to keep making calls when my roommate wanted to go to sleep,” she said. Politics never sleeps. 9:30 PM: CNN declares Ohio blue, and Obama’s victory is virtually guaranteed. The crowd outside chants, “Obama! Obama!” Inside, the lecture hall falls quiet. The Republicans slowly begin to trickle out of the room. Even a visit from two Ben & Jerry’s reps with free “Thanks for Voting!” stickers can?...
Merav D. Silverman ’10, who planned the event, explains that the purpose of the party was to show that, “Jews can have a great time, too!” And they certainly can. The crowd danced for hours and enjoyed the myriad of food and drink available. “We have beer, wine, a John Harvard bar mitzvah mazel tov cake, and much more. And it’s all kosher, of course!” said Silverman...
...after the election, I was on the Redline inbound to Braintree. In many ways it was the usual Wednesday afternoon subway crowd: tiny Asian grandmothers clutching shopping bags, girls in leggings lost in their iPod worlds, thirty-somethings in scrubs who got on and off at Charles MGH. But the black passengers seemed changed, somehow. Maybe it was the young black man wearing a shirt of the type that usually has a hip-hop artist plastered across its front, only Tupac’s face was replaced by Barack Obama’s. Or maybe it was the black woman...