Better late than never

Because of my Latino family’s religious-like devotion to soccer, I grew up with an indifferent perspective toward basketball. My lack of interest in the sport continued throughout my teenage years because I was terrible on the court: I couldn’t shoot if my life depended on it, I dribbled as if
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Still the beautiful game

The allure of international soccer tournaments typically consists of several interesting matchups, pitting powerhouse nations against one another, and David vs. Goliath matches that regularly motivate me to side with the underdog — I love a good Cinderella run. The 2015 FIFA Women’s World Cup is set to kick off
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To catch a champions match

It’s been a long time since I’ve looked forward to a day as much I’m looking forward to June 6. No, I am not going on a date with that cute girl in my club. No, I am not going on vacation to Cabo. I’m not even finally going to
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There’s an empty seat in Baltimore

When meeting someone new in almost any campus, the same four questions always come out. What’s your name? What year are you? What’s your major? Where are you from? I always fear the last one. I pray that the person I am speaking with will choose to ask me a
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Sports should be about more than just doom, gloom

Last Thursday was a dark, dark day for me. As in a throw-my-phone-at-the-wall, break-down-in-sobs-with-mascara-running, question-the-meaning-of-life kind of day. Troy Polamalu had retired. Now, I’ve been a Steelers fan for about as long as I can remember, and there hasn’t been a player I’ve loved more than Troy. I’m on my
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year

I spent Monday morning watching the Minnesota Twins play the Detroit Tigers from behind a small computer screen in between (and during) my classes. I don’t have a particular investment in the AL Central but, you see, it was baseball’s opening day, my favorite day of the year. Even the
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Ode to my plush green couch

Over spring break, my Instagram feed was a dangerous thing to look at — I saw friends sipping wine on the Amalfi Coast, riding camels in Morocco, exploring the ocean in Cabo San Lucas and watching breathtaking sunsets in Prague. Still, I’m pretty sure I had the best break. I
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‘Showtime’ really just ‘fauxtime’

Watching the Lakers play now is a chore. I realize that true fans stick to their colors through thick and thin, but I feel somewhat betrayed by the only team I’ve pledged my loyalty to in my NBA fandom. How the Lakers are being managed seems less “Shark Tank” and
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Love affair with the Patriots

Throughout the semester, it isn’t uncommon to see me looking as if I’m about to combust, staring at my phone, constantly refreshing, waiting for a score to come in. But Feb. 1, 2015, wasn’t just any old day in the semester. This was Super Bowl day, and I was checking
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Crazy little thing called love

At age 16, I fell in love. Not that young puppy-love you chuckle at fondly when flipping through your middle school diary. Like in sixth grade, when I refused to speak to my crush or look directly at him for fear of throwing up. What some people described as butterflies
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