Now what?

OK so I officially wrote two articles for the school paper.
http://www.michigandaily.com/sports/wolverines-place-15th-overall-ncaa-championships-terre-haute
http://www.michigandaily.com/sports/michigan-runners-place-20th-ncaa-nationals

I am also getting sick of writing, and I need to prevent burnout.

I attended the basketball game on Monday by sneaking into the student section. While I appreciate that we started the game by being 21-0, I would hardly call it a run. It was more like Towson forgot how to score.
Lets be tough; turning down the lights and blasting music is a little too NBA. We do not want a player lockout. Forming a line of cheerleaders is a little high-school. Still, I would take a little bit of immaturity over unnecessary show. Can't we just run out to the fight song with everyone looking on? Maybe we could be lead out by the mascot? Oh wait, we don't have one, and my idea of making the rocket man out mascot has a few foreseeable obstacles for a basketball arena.

Training for the paper?
I don't think I can attend another sorting event not in the press box. Forget the student section. The press box has snacks and lots of pertinent reading material. Still the downside of the  press box is that you have to wear team neutral clothing and cannot celebrate after a big play.
Thus was my training for the paper. The only problem is that I doubt I will ever enter one again. I might have a bit of a personality conflict with the daily staff. I will not discuss that here. I have no real complaints, and would not discourage anyone else for writing for them.
I was glad to see my two favorite big ten teams go at it in a tough volleyball game. If you don't know me, those teams are Northwestern and Michigan.

Road warrior points and a complete freek out;
Let is not be said that I did not support the cross country teams this year. Why did I drive 6 hours and spend the night in Indiana, because I agreed to do so. The national meet was cold and wet (perfect cross country weather), and we didn't make it as top teams. That being said, the interviews were really fun. I found it quite easy to talk to the coaches and runners, which is odd because I hate talking to people. I guess when I am talking about something I like, it isn't that hard. I got some good stuff. It's kind of disappointing that I had to leave a few great parts out of the articles because they didn't really fit the angle of the story. I will hang onto coach Gibby saying, "I don't beleive in moral victories in athletics." I would like to write up more events. We will see how it goes.

Utter disappointment in hockey with some rude Ohio State fans:
 Not much to say about the Hockey game, other than the OSU fans are not as polite to the guy who gives the one minute warning at the game. It is better to be the on the nicer side of a rivalry. We did not paly our best in either game. I blame the home whites. We always play better when we wear the yellow uniforms. I don't know why.

What can I say about the football game? I'm kind of getting tired of standing around in the cold, but this week will see my last outdoor event of the season. It was a packed house to see our best win in the past four years. I have been looking forward to this game all year. I don't know why people thought that Nebraska would just walk over the big ten this year. Just because a team can consistently beat Kansas and Colorado but lose to any given team from Texas or Oklahoma, does not mean it can waltz through the Big Ten. We aren't the Big East. We actually play competitive football here. I like how the video boards shared my sentiment when they displayed, "Welcome to the Big House."
On a side note I think football analysts need to have shorter memories when it comes to assessing the strength of a football team and program, but that is a topic for a different day.

Looking forward. Tomorrow I head back to Illinois, where I will hopefully be able to catch NIU sealing the Mac West Championship for the second year in a row. I may also eat a big turkey dinner with my family.
Then I am back to Ann Arbor for The Game. The Game is an odd thing. It's like all other sports don't matter compared to it. It's like records are gone, and all there is at that time is a field, two teams, and over 100,000 a lot of noisy fans. It's like all of sports begins at kickoff, and then goes back on hold when the final seconds tick off the clock.