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A little girl trips and falls on the playground. Her dad, worried something will mar her perfect skin, runs over to her, kisses her boo-boo, holds her tight against his chest and whispers that everything will be all right as she wails and wails and wails. A little boy trips
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There comes a time in any fan’s life when just watching your favorite sport ceases to be enough. The game starts to become like a drug, and you need more. More interaction, more immersion, more injury updates — more ways for the sport to take over your life. Enter fantasy
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As I entered the room in VLSB that the Daily Cal had reserved for its info session, I scanned the front row looking for the sports editor, even though I had no idea what his name was or if he even was a guy. Each department’s editor took a turn
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As I’m writing this, I’m yelling at the computer, trying to will the San Francisco Giants to victory. An all-encompassing love for sports is mildly hazardous and entirely too permanent. Once you find yourself tossing and turning because you can’t remember which reliever was traded in 2008 for two middling
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You want to know how I started getting into watching sports as a kid? It wasn’t because my dad was a die-hard fan and introduced me to it. He couldn’t care less about sports. Nor was it because my friends watched it and were super passionate about it. It was
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Less than a minute into the USA-Ghana match, and a small earthquake had already hit Pappy’s Grill. As Clint Dempsey dribbled past John Boye and shot into the far corner to give the USA a 1-0 lead, a hundred people began to scream, throwing half-empty cups toward the ceiling. I
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From the drawer, my dad and I unleash the arsenal of pingpong balls and paddles galore. The table in the arena of our garage holds our raging pingpong battles that have molded our relationship. The dim lights that illuminate the dust-caked room serve as spotlights for epic battles. When my
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With summer in full swing, that leaves more time for one thing: pickup basketball. Cal students go to the RSF at all hours of the day, but we all meet the same types of players every time. Without fail, you’ll always meet that one player who spends way too much
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One of my earliest memories as a Laker fan is the closeout game of the 2009 NBA Finals. Kobe Bryant drove middle right at the defensive behemoth that was Dwight Howard, only for Kobe to hang and alter his shot midair for a perfect circus shot off the glass. The
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It’s been about two weeks since I drove by Levi’s Stadium for the first time. My vision was impaired by a blurry car window and concrete fences petulantly guarding the San Francisco 49ers’ new home, but I could see the massive white logo crawling into the corner of my eye.
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