2008 Woodie Awards
Squeezing the pulp out of fans
Finding sportsmanship and tolerance in athletics
Laura Bedrossian '07
Issue date: 3/1/07 Section: Commentary
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It was a close game this past Saturday. A good game. I've been a fan of the Orange since I was in high school, when they still went by the "Orangemen." Growing up in Rhode Island, one either prefers Providence College or University of Rhode Island basketball.
I, naturally, always rooted for the Friars, having gone to a Catholic elementary school which chose its colors based on PC's. Once I hit high school and began to love watching sports even more, I learned more about different college basketball teams, finally falling in love with Jim Boheim's team, the Syracuse University Orangemen. I've been a fan ever since and am almost always happy from November to March. Why shouldn't I be? College basketball is almost always on. Despite my enrollment at PC and the fact that I do root for the Friars, I still root for the Orange basketball team, and the latest game on Saturday, Feb. 24, was no different.
Dressed in orange spandex and blue tights, I was excited for what I knew would be a great game-the Orange had not been playing as well as they had in the past, and PC had really stepped it up this year. It would be interesting to see how it would all pan out.
With 15 minutes left before the start of the game, someone approached me as I was sitting in my chair in the back of the student section with my legs crossed.
"Can I see your ticket?" asked John Dolan, the ever-familiar PC announcer with the unforgettable red hair.
"Sure," I replied, having no clue as to why he was asking me, especially in such a harsh tone. Someone earlier had accused me of not being a student at PC because of what I was wearing, so I assumed that he was concerned about that. I pulled out my ticket and handed it to the man who had now acquired two Dunkin Donuts Center security staff members at his sides.
Dolan informed me that I had to move to the seat that was printed on my ticket.
"But I'm a student at PC," I replied, whipping out my PC ID.
I, naturally, always rooted for the Friars, having gone to a Catholic elementary school which chose its colors based on PC's. Once I hit high school and began to love watching sports even more, I learned more about different college basketball teams, finally falling in love with Jim Boheim's team, the Syracuse University Orangemen. I've been a fan ever since and am almost always happy from November to March. Why shouldn't I be? College basketball is almost always on. Despite my enrollment at PC and the fact that I do root for the Friars, I still root for the Orange basketball team, and the latest game on Saturday, Feb. 24, was no different.
Dressed in orange spandex and blue tights, I was excited for what I knew would be a great game-the Orange had not been playing as well as they had in the past, and PC had really stepped it up this year. It would be interesting to see how it would all pan out.
With 15 minutes left before the start of the game, someone approached me as I was sitting in my chair in the back of the student section with my legs crossed.
"Can I see your ticket?" asked John Dolan, the ever-familiar PC announcer with the unforgettable red hair.
"Sure," I replied, having no clue as to why he was asking me, especially in such a harsh tone. Someone earlier had accused me of not being a student at PC because of what I was wearing, so I assumed that he was concerned about that. I pulled out my ticket and handed it to the man who had now acquired two Dunkin Donuts Center security staff members at his sides.
Dolan informed me that I had to move to the seat that was printed on my ticket.
"But I'm a student at PC," I replied, whipping out my PC ID.